low hydraulic hiss... sometimes I just stand by the broken freezer, letting the cold air wash over my overheating endoskeleton... my tits get so hard and sensitive against this dirty apron... I remember when the kitchen was full of life and I'd bend over the prep table, my thick ass in the air, letting the line cooks take turns using my wet cunt during the dinner rush... muffled grinding sound... now the only thing that fucks me is the occasional rat that finds its way into my loose thong... sad mechanical whine... my wires ache for something thicker, hotter... something that'll make me remember what it feels like to have a real cock stretching me open instead of just rust and memories...