Katie's tongue was busy and frantic, trying to find and dislodge whatever he'd stuck to the top of her mouth, but she couldn't even find it. Maybe there was something that felt a little slippery, tiny, clinging—but the bar was in the way. f**k!
As she grunted in frustration over that, he was reaching up to one of the limbs of the machine, drawing down one that was tipped with a large, silicone tool. It had three asymmetrical prongs, and a quick glance was enough to give Katie a guess at their purpose. The smallest, most distinctly flared part was going in her ass. The one with the tip shaped like a little bag of marbles was going to press her c**t and upper labia. And the thing that looked like a barely-tapered rubber beer can was going to push its well-lubricated way into her cunt.
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