Berretta James is Trapped in Aiden Starr's Spill room

The plastic crinkles under Berretta’s knees. She’s folded tight, wrists bound to her ankles, hole raised like an offering. Aiden watches, smile thin and sharp. She lines the Slink up, works it in, and the stretch pulls a hiss from between Berretta’s teeth. When the Slink comes out shiny, Aiden trades it for cold steel. The speculum clicks open, pulling Berretta wide, letting light and air hit places never meant for either. Her rim shudders, pink and raw. Then the fist. Aiden’s knuckles sink deep, wrist turning, spreading, curling back inside. Berretta’s stomach tightens every time Aiden punches past her ring. Sweat slides down her spine. She swears through gritted teeth while Aiden’s arm works in and out, turning her asshole into a slick, pulsing tunnel. Aiden stands, buckles on the harness, and lines the cock up without asking. The first thrust knocks a raw sound out of Berretta. The second pushes her over the edge. She comes hard, asshole gripping the shaft in spasms that drag a thin, feral moan from her throat. No woman’s ever fucked an orgasm out of that hole before. Aiden knows it, keeps pounding until Berretta’s shaking. Finally Aiden pulls out. Berretta’s wrecked rim gapes, then pushes. Thick, milky dragon cum spills in heavy glops onto the plastic, puddling under her. She drops onto her side, rolls in it, smears it across her belly and tits, letting the filth mark her while the camera catches every drip.