TJ

TJ hits the Lighthouse. Museum relic, decades old, locked behind glass like some art piece instead of doing what it was built for. Now it's out. Three feet of clear shaft pumping four, five inches at a time—slow, steady, almost invisible until you feel it. TJ climbs on and rides. Blonde hair wild, tits high and fake, body already shaking as the machine works her ass. Her handler watches. She grinds harder. One inch of her cunt stretched out and sucked by the suction cup while the long transparent rod keeps fucking her from behind. No art here. Just a girl getting what the machine was meant to give.