The Gravity Ring Machine: Kylie Wilde

Kylie Wilde caught a birthday cake right in her face. She wiped it off and walked straight into the Gravity Ring Machine. A metal collar locked her wrists and ankles. The ring turned, taking her weightless body with it. Every time it spun, the pressure shifted. A man slammed two fingers up her ass. Hard, fast, no warm up. Her blonde hair whipped around as the ring flipped again. He kept pounding her asshole, using the spin to drive deeper. Each turn pressed her tits against cold steel. He slapped them, pinched the nipples until they burned red. Fingers pushed back into her ass between strikes. The machine never slowed. Every turn gave him a new angle. Kylie clenched, then broke. Her screams echoed against the machine’s steel frame. The gravity ring owned every inch of her.