Teaching Maggie

Maggie’s green at this. Stacked camera gear everywhere, lights too bright, but the first thing they bring out isn’t the fist—it’s the steel fucking machine. She strips, climbs onto the table, feet wide. The operator lines up the silicone dick, greased, and it starts slow. Maggie’s pink lips part, shiny already, and every steady shove sends a wet smack through the room. She catches her breath each time the crown punches deep, but soon her hips chase it. The rhythm picks up and her cunt opens easier, dripping around the thick shaft. They swap attachments once her cunt stops resisting. A bigger, fattier plug this time—ridges catch on her entrance before it punches past. She groans, long and filthy, knuckles white on the metal rail. The mechanical arm grinds all the way in and out, stretching her hole to a glossy ring. When they kill the motor, the thing stays inside her for a beat, then slides free with a quiet, dirty slurp. A round speculum comes next. Chrome jaws spread her cunt wide. Pink walls pulse, glistening, a faint gape at the center. The lens zooms in, and there’s nothing left to hide.