You jab your finger down on the X button as the girl dances around you, trying to snatch back the remote - and the milking machine goes into overdrive.
It grinds up and down your dick whirring loudly, working your dick at an agonizing speed, and your eyes bug out of your head as you collapse to your knees groaning loudly, and let the remote drop to the floor. It's a matter of seconds before the evil machine has dragged an overwhelmingly intense orgasm from you, and you scream as your spunk splashes against the clear dome at the end of the device. The machine doesn't stop pumping, and it's excruciating now as it pumps relentlessly away at your incredibly sensitive post orgasm dick.
Standing over you and holding the remote, the girl laughs and says "Well, *that'll* teach you. You lost, mister. I wonder... I should shut this thing off and go get Rose, but I'm intrigued... I wonder what'd happen if I just left it going at you? That'd serve you right - and generate some in-ter-esting data..."
You moan helplessly on the floor, totally at her mercy.
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