Amber Rayne is analy probed to find contraband

Under the institution’s white lights, Amber Rayne is already naked and strapped down. Aiden Starr doesn’t wait. She lays the cane across Amber’s ass, hard, quick, and when nothing falls out but whimpers, she reaches for the hook. One end slides deep into Amber’s ass; the other stays under her nose, pulling her open and ready. Aiden runs gloved fingers over teeth and tongue first, then moves the girl to the table. Cold water rushes in, flushing every fold until her hole gapes like a dark, hungry mouth. When the rinse is done, Aiden pushes four fingers inside, then her fist, twisting and prying until the tiny ring stretches wide around her wrist. Still no contraband. With a short, hard laugh she drops the gloves, spreads Amber’s cheeks, and drives her strap-on straight up that slick, gaping hole. She fucks her until the gape won’t close, until Amber’s voice is raw, and until she’s sure the only thing left inside is her.