TSA Takedown, Part Two: Patriots

Chanel Preston is done playing games. She has one rule: porn stars get searched until they break. When Penny Pax steps into the checkpoint, that’s all it takes. Chanel zaps her straight to the floor, snaps cuffs on, and rips the clothes off her body like they’re made of tissue. She jams sticky pads onto Penny’s cunt and turns the juice up until the girl is twitching. Then the fist goes in—slow, deep, mean—stretching her open while the current dances across her clit. A cold steel rod follows, shoved up Penny’s ass, crackling with each pulse until her cheeks quiver. The plug stays lodged in there, glowing hot, as Chanel plants her cunt on Penny’s face. Lick, she orders. Lick like you mean it, or the current gets louder. Penny obeys, tongue frantic, while her asshole clenches and spasms around the plug. Every shock makes her cry out into Chanel’s pussy, and Chanel just smiles, grinding harder, turning the dial another notch. By the time she’s done, the only thing coming through this airport is another broken, drooling starlet.