Hollie Stevens and Nick Jacobs

Hollie’s the patient. She’s already strapped Nick, her therapist, to the table. Her blonde hair sticks to her sweat-slick skin as she circles him, crop raised. First stroke lands across his chest, sharp and loud. She doesn’t speak. Just keeps swinging. Red stripes bloom fast. She grabs the leather ball-parachute, clips it on his balls, and lets a steel weight drop. The chain pulls taut. He grunts, teeth grinding. She adds another. Then another. His cock twitches, leaking despite the pain. She lines up behind him, greases the black dildo strapped to her hips, and pushes straight in. No warning. Just the thick shaft sliding deep into his ass while the weights swing and tug below. Every thrust slams the weights harder. He strains against the restraints. She doesn’t ease up. She just keeps driving, using every inch, her blonde hair whipping as she rides the edge between punishment and pleasure until his body gives in, shaking, broken, and begging for more.