Getting Machine Fucked in the Country: Cowgirl

We dragged Cowgirl out to the country and lashed her wrists to a tree. Sunlight cut through the pines as the machine pushed its way into her ass. She fought the rope. The steel frame rattled. Each thrust slammed deep, then backed off slow, then slammed again. Her breath came hard and short. Sweat ran down her spine. We watched the dildo piston in and out while her hips bucked and her moans cut the quiet woods. The machine never tired. It kept her open, kept her spread, kept her on the edge between pain and heat.