I want to take it home!

Candy leaned in and licked the tip of the toy like she already owned it. Her tongue flicked the head, slow and wet, then she slipped her lips around the crown and sucked until her cheeks hollowed. She smiled around it, lips glossy, and pulled away with a soft pop. "Where can I buy one?" The words came out breathy, almost laughing. She pressed the rounded head between her folds, rocked her hips once, and moaned as it pushed inside. The machine hummed to life, smooth and deep, thrusting in a steady rhythm that made her tits bounce with every stroke. Her nipples tightened into stiff, pale peaks, and she cupped the heavy weight of them in both hands, squeezing while the toy kept working. Every stroke drew a soft, wet sound from her cunt, and the blonde’s breath turned ragged. She spread her thighs wider, feet braced, letting the machine fuck her harder. Her body rocked with it, cunt clutching the shaft, slick running down her thighs. She pinched a nipple, rolled it between her fingers, and came hard, back arching, mouth open, hips grinding down onto the relentless thrust. The machine didn’t stop. It kept driving into her, slow and heavy, until another shudder rolled through her and her fingers slipped between her legs to rub her clit in tight circles. She was soaked, hair sticking to her cheeks, tits flushed, pussy still fluttering around the toy. When the shoot wrapped, she looked up, eyes bright, and asked again where she could get one for herself.