Black lace clings to every curve in "women sex machines" before she peels it away inch by inch. Nipples spring free, already hard; panties follow, soaked through. "women sex machines" films her crawling onto the bed on all fours, ass high, reaching back to spread herself open. Two fingers sink in easily—she’s dripping. The camera catches every thrust, every wet sound, every moan of "women sex machines". She flips over, legs butterfly-wide, fucking herself hard while pinching a nipple. "women sex machines" zooms on her face as she comes—eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream that finally breaks into a raw, desperate "women sex machines". 236 words.