The Shag Gadget

There is an bizarre fellow who makes unusual, weird tools out of motors, crankshafts, vibros and faux-cocks, like one thing from a David Cronenberg video (Lifeless Ringers, Videodrome). He calls his undertaking “Ken’s Contorted Thoughts.” Certainly one of his nefarious machines has discovered its manner into Linsey’s lab and urchin’s now not bashful about short of to wire it on or take the credit score for inventing it. “The Shag Gadget!,” LDM triumphantly calls it. “I am getting poked by way of my invention,” Linsey proclaims. The thoughts boggles. “All I would like now could be to get nude.” Linsey heats up with a striptease, gratefully liquidating her muscled garments. Then urchin wets the wiry rubber stiffy along with her throat earlier than turning it on. Loud sodomize, that factor is. It feels like a violated water pump. Frolicking with the controller, Linsey duff range the motor from sluggish to catapulting velocity. It romps her jugs, then urchin rubs her clitty with it. Linsey has to take it sluggish with this mechanical monster. Her cock-squeezing muff duff’t treat an excessive amount of of it too prompt inwards of her. Something is for confident. This robot fuckpole duff’t substitute an actual stiffy for Linsey. (Robocock courtesy KensTwistedMind.com)