Danny Wylde gets his prostate milked by Bobbi Starr!

Danny Wylde swore he'd never kneel again. He left the sub gigs behind, moved to the top side of the chain, told everyone it was over. But promises crack when Bobbi Starr walks in. She strips him down, pins his arms, and works him over with sharp words and harder strokes until the cocky front collapses. A fat dildo gag fills his mouth while she grinds on his face, coming so close he can smell it, never letting him lick. When she flips him and pushes inside, the pegging turns clinical and mean, her strap driving straight at his gland until his cock spits in thick pulses he can't stop. He lies there shaking, used, and leaking, and Bobbi just smiles like she knew this was coming all along.