Big Tits Clinic

Sierra Skye shows up wanting smaller tits. Dr. Davis sees something else. He straps her down before she can change her mind. Rope bites into her wrists and pulls her elbows tight, pushing those heavy breasts forward like an offering. She doesn't fight it. She melts into it. He fills her mouth with a thick ball gag until the leather strap snaps behind her head. Spit leaks down her chin while he works a steel hook deep between her ass cheeks. The curve presses inside her, the chain clipped to her collar so every twitch yanks her open. She drools and shakes, eyes glassy, already gone. He opens his pants and feeds her every inch. Thick cock. No warm-up. He pounds her while the hook tugs her ass higher, turning every thrust into a lesson. Sierra takes it—takes it all—body jerking, tits bouncing, cunt dripping onto the exam table. When he's finished using her, he wipes her down, zips her into glossy black latex that barely contains her chest, and pins a nurse badge between her breasts. The new uniform leaves nothing to the imagination and everything on display. Sierra stands at attention, hook still buried, gag still wet, ready for the next patient who walks through that door.