Summer Storm

Summer lies back on the table. The lights above her are cold and bright. A metal arm slides forward. It carries a thick dildo, already slick. It presses between her legs and sinks in, slow and steady. She feels every inch. A second arm follows. This one is smaller, curved. It finds her ass, circles once, then pushes inside. Two shafts now, one in each hole. They start to move together, timed, relentless. Summer bites her lip. She reaches down and works her clit with two fingers, rubbing fast circles while the machines keep thrusting. The pace quickens. She arches. The metal does not stop. It never tires. It just keeps driving into her, front and back, until her breath breaks and her body clamps down hard around both shafts.