The Night Nurse: Dani Daniels

Dani Daniels is back. Tonight she is the nurse, pristine white dress barely hiding what needs tending. Xander Corvus waits. He moves fast. The door clicks shut, and he pins her before she can say a word. Her back hits the wall, legs spread, wrists yanked behind her. She struggles, but her body betrays her; nipples push hard against thin cotton. He wrenches the dress open, buttons popping across the floor. One gloved hand clamps her mouth while the other finds her soaked. Two fingers slide in deep, rough, curling until her knees buckle. He laughs low, strips the rest of her clothes, leaves only the stethoscope dangling between her tits. He stuffs a fat red ball between her lips, buckles it tight. Drool already starts. She is bent over the exam table, ankles locked to the metal legs, wrists cuffed above her head. Leather straps bite into toned thighs. Xander steps behind her, cock thick and veined, already slick at the tip. He slams in without warning. Dani’s eyes roll. Every thrust shoves her forward against the restraints; the table creaks in protest. Sweat rolls down her spine, beads on the small of her back. He keeps the pace brutal, pulls her hair, slaps her ass until the skin glows. The ball gag keeps her moans feral and wet. He leans over, growls in her ear, bites her shoulder. Every stroke drags over that tender spot inside her until her thighs shake. When he finally pulls out, ropes of come paint the red welts on her ass, drip down her bound legs. She hangs there, spent, breathing hard through the gag, eyes glassy, body still twitching.