April O'Neil Dorm Life

April O'Neil starts like any other college freshman in 2010: books lose to fingers every time. She works through her stash of toys, metal rods, suction cups, and a thick plastic cock that stretches her open. The collar goes around her neck first. She tightens the buckle, clips the leash to the headboard, and pulls until her breath rasps. Her face flushes dark. She drops the gag between her teeth and bites down while her free hand rams the dildo back into her cunt. Every jerk on the leash squeezes another wet spasm out of her; spit runs past the gag, slides between her tits, and pools on her flat stomach. Scene three she flips onto all fours, mounts the fucking machine at the edge of the mattress, and lets the piston slam into her from behind. Her shoulders dip, her ass stays high, and every thrust slaps skin. At the wrap they find her passed out, collar still buckled, thighs shiny. Takes three tries and cold water to wake her.