The Matrix Re-entered: Jada Sinn, Master EricX

Jada Sinn stands chained and dripping. EricX steps in close, the flogger already in his fist. He lays the leather across her breasts in hard, rhythmic slaps until the skin glows red and the flesh bounces. She arches, breath hissing, nipples tight from sting and ache. When he drops the flogger he reaches between her legs, shoves a thick rubber cock straight up her cunt and a second one up her ass, pushing until both shafts disappear and the base kisses skin. Jada’s hips jerk, the double stretch forcing a choked cry past her teeth. He leaves the toys buried deep, steps back, and opens his pants. She sinks to her knees without being told, mouth already open, tongue out, hungry for the only cock that can break her. She takes him to the root, lips stretched, throat working, worship written in every bob and swallow. Spit coats her chin. He lets her feed on it for a long minute, then pulls her up, spins her, and yanks the pussy toy free. One hard thrust and his cock is in her ass, riding the open hole the toy left behind. Her body jolts with every slam. The second toy stays lodged in her cunt, each thrust shoving it deeper, the two cocks inside her grinding against each other through the thin wall of flesh. EricX pounds until her knees buckle, until the chains rattle, until every inch of her is shaking and slick. He doesn’t let up. Not until he’s emptied himself into her ass, marking the last round of training she has to survive.