The Fucking Machine Chapter 2
Diane mournfully caressed the hard, thick, dildo attachment on the fucking machine that I had purchased as an anniversary present for her a few months ago. She still thought it was unfair that she couldn't use it when I wasn't around. It seemed selfish... the machine was for her after all - it was designed and built for a woman's pleasure. And Diane needed some of that pleasure in a bad way! The machine had a keyed lock on it, preventing it from being operated even though she had the remote...
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