In the dimly lit room, the machine sat ominously, its metal frame glistening with oil. Ava, a petite brunette with high heels and a black latex catsuit, approached the machine with trembling anticipation. She climbed onto the central platform, her legs spread invitingly.
With a menacing hum, the machine sprang to life, its pistons and gears beginning to move in harmony. Ava arched her back as the first appendage, a long steel rod, slid between her pussy lips. She gasped, her body shuddering with delight as the rod began to pump in and out, stretching her tight channel to its limits.
The pace quickened, the machine's rhythm growing more intense. Ava's moans filled the room, her pleasure amplified by every thrust of the relentless machine. Swe Ava's moans filled the room, her pleasure amplified by every thrust of the relentless machine. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she gripped the sides of the chair, losing herself to the intense sensations.
