As she closed her eyes, the soft whirring of the fucking machine filled the room. With each thrust, anticipation built within her. She, an 18-year-old British girl, had never experienced anything like this before. Her heart raced as she gently touched the collar around her neck, a symbol of her submission.
The machine continued its relentless pounding, its pace quickening. She moaned softly, her fingers tracing the line of her stockings. The sensation was overwhelming, and she needed more. She reached between her legs, only to recall the device that was keeping her from orgasm. With determination, she removed it, not wanting anything to hold her back now.
The machine picked up speed, seemingly reading her mind. It was all too much. She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. She gripped the sides of the machine, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through her as the intensity increased with each passing moment.
