Airport Security

Chanel Preston stands frozen at the checkpoint. A guard pulls her bag, eyes narrowing. She swallows hard. Too many people watching. She whispers for a private room. Door locked. Lights cold. James Deen dumps the bag. Toys tumble out. He smiles. She knows she is fucked. He grabs her wrists, cuffs her to the table. Leather straps bite. A huge acrylic plug gleams on the steel. He forces it between her lips first, then pushes it deep in her ass. Her moan is thick, muffled. A fat red ball gag follows. She drools, jaw stretched wide. James unzips. His cock springs heavy and hard. He yanks her panties aside, slams into her dripping cunt, then pulls back and drives straight into her ass. She jerks, body arching against the restraints. Each thrust knocks the plug against her inner walls. Her cries are trapped behind the gag. He slaps her ass red, grips her hips, pounds her harder. The plug stays lodged, stretching her open around his cock. Sweat drips. Metal clinks. She comes shaking, eyes wild, helpless, used.