Nurse Cherie DeVille Inflicts Sadistic Medical Malpractice on DJ

Cherie DeVille walks in like the devil in white latex. DJ is already stripped and waiting. She locks him to the hanging metal frame, arms pinned out like a broken saint, helpless in mid-air. Three vicious medical clamps bite down on his balls. She watches his face twist, then wraps her lips around his big cock, sucking slow and wet. Every twitch earns him the crop. She slaps, scolds, then sucks harder. He has nowhere to go. Sweat runs down his chest while she forces him to stay hard and stay silent. Later she drops him flat, legs hauled up and spread wide by the suspended bar. A spiked wheel rolls over tender nipples, the leaking head of his cock, then circles his tight hole. She keeps her voice cold. "Tell me when you feel nothing." DJ grits his teeth. Satisfied, she gloves up, fingers his ass open, then pushes the thick black probe inside. She fucks him with sharp, deliberate strokes, demanding respect between every thrust. When he moans too loud she answers with the crop across his chest. Finally she straps him down and climbs on top. She rides his cock like it belongs to her, hips snapping until she comes hard. Still pulsing around him she smacks his shaft as he starts to shoot, turning pleasure into fresh pain. When she's done she leaves him hanging, raw, used, and strangely grateful.