Roxetta and Jessica Sexin

Jessica walks in thinking it’s routine. Roxetta has other plans. Gloves snap on. The exam table turns into restraints before Jessica catches on. Arms cinched overhead, legs spread and locked, the nurse steps behind with a strap-on already slick. No warm-up. One hard push and she’s buried deep, Jessica’s ass clenching around the intrusion. Each thrust rattles the cuffs. Jessica gasps, hips jerking, but the straps hold tight. Roxetta doesn’t ease up—every slam is deliberate, every grunt low and filthy. Blonde hair swings over her face as she works the bound girl open, relentless, until the only sound left is the steady slap of skin and the creak of leather.