Taking Control of My Fuck Machine

I had been teasing myself with the machine all night, letting it pulse and grind against me until I couldn’t take it anymore. But tonight, I wanted to switch things up—I got down on my knees and wrapped my lips around the toy, letting it fill my mouth just like it does my body. The rhythm, the pressure, the thrill of being in control yet totally lost in the moment—it was everything. I moaned around it, tasting the anticipation, sucking slow and deep, needing more with every passing second. It wasn’t just about pleasure—it was about devouring it fully.