Misconduct: Legal Counsel Whitney Wright Pleads Her Case for Deep Anal

No hope left. Seth Gamble’s headed straight for lockup, and Whitney Wright knows the verdict’s already signed. Five to seven years—he’s not walking out clean. If that’s his future, he wants something now. Whitney hits the floor. Belt snaps around her wrists, pinning them tight behind her back. He shoves his cock straight down her throat, thick, wet, relentless. Spit drips down her chin while he records every sloppy second on his phone, tits out, rules broken. She ends up stripped bare, locked in rope that bites at every joint. He works her ass over with the flogger until the skin burns red and she howls. Every strike lights another nerve. Then the real work starts—Seth spreads her open and drives into her cunt, hard, deep, no mercy. She’s soaked, begging. Begging for the one thing he hasn’t given her yet. He flips her, sinks into her ass, and fucks it raw until she comes so loud the gag can’t hold it back. Ball gag stretches her mouth wide; every thrust slams through her while she drools and shakes. When he’s finished he paints her body with a thick load, leaves her wrecked on the floor. “See you at the mistrial, counselor.”