Man Vs. Machine

Scarlet Skies is flat on her back, legs spread, working her little red vibe over her clit like it owes her money. She slides it in deep, pulls it out slick, pops it between her lips to taste herself, then shoves it right back where it belongs. Billy Boston barges in and stops cold. Instead of scrambling to hide, she just grins. He looks pissed. "A toy? Seriously? You got me right here and you’re getting off on that thing?" Scarlet shrugs, still buzzing herself. "Maybe it knows what it’s doing." Billy’s ego takes the hit. He tells her to kill the switch; she’s got a real cock, she doesn’t need plastic. She laughs in his face. Fine, she says—prove it. Make her come harder than the toy or the toy stays. Challenge accepted. Billy dives between her thighs, tongue working overtime, then climbs up and slams into her, hips snapping, trying to fuck the doubt right out of both of them. Scarlet moans, but that wicked little smirk never leaves her lips. Game on.