Machine's Unyielding Pounding

In a sleek, neon-lit room, a woman stands, legs spread, hands bound behind her. A humming, mechanical arm extends, its glistening, metallic phallus poised at her entrance. She gasps as it penetrates her, inch by inch, filling her completely. The machine, controlled by unseen hands, begins to thrust, its steady, relentless rhythm driving her wild. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the cold, hard surfaces, as she's taken to new heights of ecstasy by the unyielding, unfeeling machine.

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