
Luna Bbunny's boyfriend spilled the truth—her drive runs circles around his—so she books the appointment. In the exam room she lays it out plain: she's not broken, just burning for the right touch. Dr Viota snaps on gloves, fingers knuckle-deep in her soaked pussy, and the gloves disappear. He grabs the steel tools, stretches her open, and Luna's moans turn into a greedy moan for more. She drops, slobbering on his cock, then spins around so both holes get hammered till she's shaking. When he pulls out she sinks to her knees, takes the thick facial, scoops the mess into her mouth, and swallows every drop like it's the cure she's been begging for.
Luna Bbunny's boyfriend spilled the truth—her drive runs circles around his—so she books the appointment. In the exam room she lays it out plain: she's not broken, just burning for the right touch. Dr Viota snaps on gloves, fingers knuckle-deep in her soaked pussy, and the gloves disappear. He grabs the steel tools, stretches her open, and Luna's moans turn into a greedy moan for more. She drops, slobbering on his cock, then spins around so both holes get hammered till she's shaking. When he pulls out she sinks to her knees, takes the thick facial, scoops the mess into her mouth, and swallows every drop like it's the cure she's been begging for.