I thought I'd slip into this skimpy bodysuit and give my greedy bits a thorough thrashing on this beast of a dildo, seeing how long I could hold out before losing my mind. I ease into it all sultry and sly, but soon enough I'm grinding and thrusting like I'm possessed by a demon with a grudge against furniture. By the time I shatter into that gut-wrenching orgasm, I'm a total disaster: hair exploding in every direction like a fireworks mishap, knees wobbling like a newborn foal on ice, and huffing like I've just outrun a pack of rabid wolves. It's unhinged, it's sopping, and no respectable lad would touch it with a bargepole... which is precisely why you'll devour every second.
