Tha Training of Gia DiMarco, Day Four

Pretty girls suffer so nicely, especially when they want it. I thought Gia DiMarco was just another cocky porn star who expected the world to roll over for her. Four days in the basement changed that. I broke her will down, ground it into the concrete until there was nothing left but raw need. Her black hair’s stuck to her face, sweat-slicked, while she struggles to take what I give her. She’s built like an athlete—strong legs, tight abs—but that body is mine to break and rebuild. Every time I push in, she opens for me like she was built for this. Anal’s not just a hole to fuck now, it’s the place I own her completely. She moans, bites her lip, pushes back like she can’t get enough. I shove deeper. She gasps. I don’t let up. She doesn’t ask me to.