Let’s get one thing clear. You would not fuck Me better than a fuck machine. In fact, you’d probably be worse. A fuck machine doesn’t talk, doesn’t have needs, it just does it’s job. Again. And again. But you, I’d be lucky to start to feel any kind of orgasm with you. Your cock would not bring Me any kind of pleasure. But it’s not made for pleasure, it’s there for Goddesses like Me to humiliate you. It’s pathetic. That is why I want all the fuck machines. I want handheld, I want gigantic ones, statement pieces that are like art in My living room. Buying Me a fuck machine is the best you could do to bringing Me pleasure, because you’d never have the chance to even try. I can go on, and on, and on.