Convict Rehab: Gaia's Face Fucking and Anal Submission.

They drag Gaia out of the back of a prison van and into a farmhouse that smells like sweat and old rope. A guard in uniform and a land owner in a suit watch her strip. She drops to her knees without a word. They don’t ask. She doesn’t need them to. James steps forward, hard already, and she opens her mouth like she’s been waiting all day. He fucks her throat hard enough to make her gag, but she pushes forward, drool pouring down her chin and over her tits. Her hands stay cuffed behind her back, so every thrust rocks her whole body. When he pulls out she gasps, then leans in again, hungry for more. Later they bend her over the kitchen table. She’s still cuffed. James spits on her ass and pushes in without warning. Gaia bites her lip, then grins through it. The stretch hurts, but she keeps asking for it deeper, harder. Her black hair sticks to her face with spit and sweat. She comes twice before he finishes inside her, and even then she doesn’t ask them to untie her. She just lies there, shaking, smiling like she finally found the one place that feels like home.