Business conference

Szilvia runs the presentation like she runs her life—direct. She stands in front of her team in a tight cream blouse and navy pencil skirt, nipples already pushing against the thin fabric. She turns the demo table, lifts her skirt, and shows them exactly how the new machine works. She lies back, spreads her thighs, and guides the thick black dildo straight into her pussy. The motor hums, the shaft starts pumping, and her breath turns ragged within seconds. “Notice the thrust depth,” she says, voice tight, hips rolling to meet each stroke. “Variable speed, zero fatigue.” One of the guys steps closer, eyes on the point where rubber meets pink. She reaches for his belt without missing a beat, pulls out his cock, and strokes him while the machine keeps driving into her. When he’s hard enough she slides him into her mouth, sucking in time with the piston. The guy behind her moves next; he frees her ass and eases his length between her cheeks, pressing past the tight ring until he’s buried balls-deep. She moans around the cock in her mouth as both men and the machine work her at once. Sweat beads on her throat, her moans grow louder, and the man in her ass pulls out just in time to paint her open lips and flushed cheeks with thick stripes of cum. She smiles through it, licking her lips, already knowing the whole room will sell every unit she brought.