Sunnydale Detention Facility

Devi Emerson storms into the Sunnydale Detention Facility like trouble looking for a place to happen. She runs her mouth, throws punches, turns every counseling session into a brawl. The guards drag her straight to Dr. Rayne when the usual warnings stop working. She spits in his face the second the door shuts, daring him to break her. He straps her down, rips open her uniform, grabs those heavy tits and squeezes until she curses loud enough to echo down the hall. She fights the restraints, curses harder, until the metal cuffs cut into her wrists. He flips her onto her stomach, spreads her ass and works two thick fingers in without warning. She bucks, but he pins her and slides his cock straight into her tight hole, driving deeper with every thrust. The cattle prod rests on the table, crackling, ready when the cameras kept rolling. She takes every inch, ass stretched, tits crushed against the cold metal table, still mouthing off between gasps.