Jada Enters The Matrix

Jada Sinn slides into frame in a black corset that cuts her body like a knife, chains locked tight around her wrists. Eric X waits in the shadows. He grabs her by the hair, yanks her head back, and spits out the rules. She wants in on the rebels. First she has to prove she can take it. He slams her against the wall, rips open her mouth, and drives his cock down her throat until her eyes water and spit runs down her chin. She swallows every inch. He pulls out, slaps her across the face, and tells her to get back on her knees. Jada obeys. He fucks her face harder this time, holding her head steady while she chokes and gags, until strings of saliva drip from her lips onto the concrete floor. When he’s done with her mouth, he spins her around, bends her over, and works two fingers deep into her cunt, testing how wet the pain makes her. She moans. He laughs. He keeps her pinned there, legs spread, while he decides whether she’s strong enough to handle the next round. Jada stays put. She takes everything he dishes out. The chains bite into her skin. The corset stays laced. She knows this is only the first test, and she’s already dripping for the rest.