Anal Antics... Ivy Mokhov

Ivy walks into the exam room with that mouth already running, but Nurse Starr isn’t here to play games. One wrong word and Ivy finds her wrists strapped to the table, bare ass spread and lifted for what’s coming next. The nurse works a finger in first, stretching her open, then two, then her whole hand slides in wrist-deep. Ivy’s hole gives, greedy and red, gaping every time the fist pulls back. An enema bag hangs above them. Cold water rushes inside, filling her until she squirms against the restraints. Every squeeze makes liquid leak out around the nurse’s knuckles, running down her crack in messy rivulets. Nurse Starr fists deeper, opens her wider, forces the water to stay put. Ivy whines, kicks, tries to talk back—gets another pump of liquid for the effort. Her hole flutters, stretched raw, unable to close. The scene cuts off early, but what’s left is pure, nasty anal discipline: a brat learning her place one fist and enema at a time.