Sexual Recovery

Dr. Deen does not play nice. Adriana comes in wrecked and leaves rearranged. He strips her down and shoves his cock straight to the back of her throat, and she takes every inch, eyes streaming, spit pouring down her chin. He grabs her hair, uses her mouth like it belongs to him. When he gets tired of that, he straps the ball gag between her teeth and bends her over. She stays right where he puts her while he opens her ass, working her open with steady, deep strokes until she is stretched around every thick inch. Later he rigs the suspension, leather straps biting into her skin, body hanging open for him to use however he wants. Each swing of the crop lands hot on her thighs, her ass, the sensitive skin between her legs. She takes the strikes and the fucking, eyes glassy, throat working around the gag, body swaying in the ropes like a broken toy that finally found its purpose.