Convict Rehab Part 2: Summer Brielle

Summer Brielle shows up looking like trouble on a pair of killer heels—blonde, stacked, attitude to burn. James Deen hauls her out to the ranch where the rules change fast. Hands bound, knees scraped, she’s taught to take whatever’s shoved her way. Gaia’s already waiting, collar tight, eyes glassy with want, the perfect accomplice. They’re bent over, wrists cinched behind their backs, mouths used until spit trails down their chins. Summer gets bent in half and split open, ass stretched raw while Gaia watches and waits her turn. No rubber, no mercy, just the steady slap of skin and the low, ugly sounds of girls who’ve stopped pretending they don’t love it. Sweat, bruises, and a pair of bodies pushed past pretty into something darker and hotter.