Slutty Supervisor

Tricia got the promotion the second she walked in the lab. She smiled at the boss, cocked her hip, and the title was hers. Felony, still stuck at her bench, watched the new supervisor strut past. Steel cuffs snapped on Tricia’s wrists before the door closed. Felony shoved her over the steel table, stripped her lab coat, and took the gloves off. Every slap left a red handprint across pale skin. Tricia’s tits spilled out, heavy and marked, but she stayed bent and open. Felony drove in hard, burying a strap-on deep in Tricia’s ass. Each thrust shoved Tricia forward against the restraints. She moaned, took it, asked for more. Sweat ran down her back while Felony kept the rhythm brutal and steady. The cuffs rattled but held. Tricia’s body jerked with every stroke until her legs shook and her breath came short. Felony didn’t ease up; she worked the sore hole until Tricia’s moans turned hoarse and her cheeks flushed deep red. The punishment kept going long after the point was made.