Anal Asylum: Horny Nympho Patient Meets Equally Perverted Lesbian Doctor

Holly Hendrix came in hungry and wired, begging for trouble. Dr. Cherry Torn took one look and locked the door. Rope cuts into Holly's wrists and ankles, pinning her open. Cherry starts with bare hands—slaps that leave the girl's cunt pink, then red. A foot presses down on Holly's throat, pins her while the flogger whistles down across belly and thighs. Every strike makes her hips jerk like she's already coming. Cherry sits on her face, grinding until Holly can barely breathe, then pushes two fingers into her mouth, making her suck. The strap-on waits. Cherry oils her fist first, works it past the tight ring until the knuckles disappear and Holly's hole gives that wet pop. She opens her. Gapes her. Slides the cock in after, pounding straight into the stretch. Holly sobs, swears, comes hard enough to shake the table, then pleads for it harder. Pain and pleasure blur. She keeps asking for both.