Dani

Dani’s on her back, legs spread wide, already glistening. The machine starts slow—just a low hum, a lazy push into her cunt. Then the speed clicks up. The intruder slams forward like it’s got something to prove, hitting deep on every stroke. Her whole body jolts with it. Every few thrusts her breath catches, sharp, like the air’s getting stolen right out of her. She’s soaking the sheets beneath her, dark hair sticking to her temples. A hand slips down, fingers working tight circles over her clit while the dildo keeps pounding. She doesn’t ease off. The rhythm turns brutal and she takes it, legs trembling, hips jerking up to meet each thrust like she can’t get enough. Sweat rolls down her stomach. Her mouth hangs open, silent one second, then letting out a low, guttural sound the next. The machine doesn’t care. It just keeps driving into her, relentless, until her whole body locks up and shakes.