All the way in, all the way out

Allie Haze walked in like the girl every barfly remembers, the neighbor who learned to pour shots and take none. She peeled off her dress on the Speakeasy set and climbed onto the bar, thighs open, cheeks on cold wood. The Ass Blaster waited, shiny steel arms locked on a straight line. It eased forward, drove the six-inch rod deep until her cunt swallowed every inch, then yanked back, empty and glistening. Again. In, out, the machine never lost the beat. Allie’s hips rolled, breath hissing, tits shifting with each thrust. Nothing soft about it. The piston filled her, left her, filled her, left her, a hard, steady fuck that made the bottles shake and her mouth curse. She took it all the way in, all the way out, again and again, 2010 grit, no mercy, no break.