Clockwork cock

Jo hesitated when the oversized toy first caught her eye. Heavy, crude, built more like a machine than a lover. Still, she steadied herself, angled her hips just right, and let it in. The first slow thrust drew a sharp breath from her lips. Soon she was grinding down, thighs flexing, lingerie straps sliding off one shoulder. The brunette across the room watched her, fingers already buried beneath silk. Jo rocked harder, the steady piston stretching her open, each turn of the gears pushing deeper until she shook and came, blonde hair spilling across flushed skin.