Roxy Jezel and Sonya

Roxy walks into the free clinic. Sonya waits behind the door, white coat tight around her hips. She makes Roxy strip on the spot, black hair spilling over her shoulders, then straps her down to the cold table. Metal cuffs bite. Sonya starts with small probes that hum and crack against Roxy’s nipples. Each shock forces a cry, sharp and raw. She moves lower, pushing the prod between Roxy’s ass cheeks, nudging the rim before driving it in. The jolt knocks Roxy’s hips off the table. Sonya holds it there, letting the current pulse while she clamps Roxy’s thighs wider. Then the clit sucker appears, wet mouth latching hard. Roxy jerks, tries to twist, but the straps hold. Sonya twists the controls—electric sting deep in Roxy’s ass, vacuum drag on her swollen clit, back and forth until every muscle locks. The climax hits like a live wire, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around nothing. Sonya doesn’t stop. She turns the prod higher, sucks the clit harder, drags another orgasm out of her, then another, until Roxy’s voice is gone and her body twitches under the current.