Fucking Machine | Sasodei
The loud thrusting sound of the machine as it pounded back and forth. The mewls and moans that escaped their lips. The sound of the rustle of sheets as the individual laid, tied up, on the mattress, ass propped up on a pillow.
The red haired man sat at his desk working on his latest creation while his lover repeatedly endured pleasure from a thick cock being thrust into him. The breathy moans growing louder and more guttural as he neared yet another climax. Sasori made sure that the object he chose for penetration would stretch his lover more so than the one he had made himself would.
“How do you feel brat?” The smirk could be heard in the usually stoic wooden man’s voice.
A breathy moan was all that could be heard. Sasori didn’t even turn around at that. The blonde haired bomber had been bothering him about fucking all day. And now payback had become the red haired man’s winning game.
The blonde man’s body was going through waves of pleasure that he could not even fathom. Beyond anything he could have imagined to the point where it almost hurt. To the point where he may very well pass out.
The dial that sat next to the puppet master at his work table was slowly turned up. The machine whirred louder and the trusts got stronger and faster. Tormenting and driving the blonde to the brink of madness.
Moans grew louder. A few cusses escaping his lips. Fuck, this felt so good but the pleasure was becoming too much as the jarring movements of the machine thrust into him at rapid pace. Causing carnal heat to rupture over his body in waves. At first the feeling of the cock, although lubed significantly, was a bit uncomfortable. Now, now this…. There were no words. Just the wetness of the lube mixed with his sweaty lower region was all that was between him and the machine. His lower torso was also covered in sticky cum from the numerous releases he had.
His eyes blindfolded all he could hear was his own cries and mewls of pleasure. Behind the blindfold all that could be seen was blackness and the occasional stars. The only thing outside of pleasure that he could feel was the thick long object thrusting into his quivering passage pushing to the point of no return.