no, because why can't i stop thinking about yeji and a fucking machine? maybe it's a punishment, because babygirl has one of the biggest bratty streaks i've ever seen, and you usually have a high tolerance for that, because you knew what you were signing up for. it's just part of who she is.
maybe you had a short fuse that day — or maybe she just mouthed off to you one too many times, but either way, you reached your limit, and you decide to hook her up to the brand new fucking machine that you'd been thinking about when and where you should use it.
yeji scoffs a little. this is a punishment? but your stern demeanor lets her know that you mean business, so she strips down to nothing, you tie your hands behind her back, and bend her over to give the machine access to her.
when the toy comes in contact with her puffy cunt, she lets out a loud, whorish moan as the toy pounds her into oblivion.
at first, it seems more like a reward than a punishment, she loves nothing more than getting filled and fucked, and she's even allowed to come, too? she comes quick and hard, squirting all over herself and the machine, making a big, big mess.
after a while though, she doesn't like it as much. no machine could compare to you, touching and caressing her as she came undone around your strap, kissing her neck while you slipped your fingers into her slippery cunt, whispering sweet nothings and dirty words while you fondled her tits....the machine was just that, a machine, and she needed and craved you
the machine got the job done, pumping in and out of her at an alarming pace, making her come over and over around the toy, but you could tell she was quickly falling out of love with it and needed the real thing.
"what's that yej? you want me to turn it up?" you sadistically offer, turning the speed up before she could protest. "you just keep coming over and over, i can tell that you love it, don't you doll?"
this was going to be a long night for both of you, and you couldn't be more excited
