Rio

Her black hair stuck to the sweat on her neck. She was on all fours, heels digging into the floor while the Hitachi shook between her legs. One hand worked two fingers into her ass, knuckle-deep, stretching her open. She rocked back hard, chasing the next jolt, mouth open and swearing through her teeth. The machine kept going and so did she, hips snapping, heels scraping. When the power cut she didn’t. She ground down on nothing, still fucking air, still begging the thing that wasn’t there anymore. Rio kept moving like the plug never mattered.