Double Fisted

Claire Adams shows up in full rubber like she owns the night. Every inch of her covered. Every inch of the girl sealed tight and strung up. Head down. Feet up. Wrapped until she can’t twitch. Can’t breathe without permission. The camera lingers on the slow, wet sound of fists disappearing. First one. Then the second. Both hands working inside the same hole, stretching her open until the gape stays wide even after she pulls free. Rubber creaks. Skin glistens. No mercy, no warm-up, just the raw, greedy push of knuckles and wrist vanishing again and again. The girl swings from the chains like meat on a hook, ass red and ruined, and Claire doesn’t slow down until the frame goes black.