Training Adrianna Luna-Day 2

The morning starts sour. She skimped on the homework we gave her, and now the whole day feels off-balance. One second we're wondering if she even deserves to keep going. The next we're already yanking her in close, putting that mouth to work again. She kneels and opens. The lesson is simple: earn it back. We feed her every inch until her throat tightens, then we make her hold it, spit running down her chin, mascara starting to smear. No slacking. When she pulls off too soon we slap the head against her lips and shove it right back in. She gags, but she stays on task. By afternoon she's dripping and we bend her over, legs spread wide. The real test is how well that cunt grips when we drive in. We fuck her hard, keeping her hips pinned so she can't run from the stretch. She clenches, breathes, pushes back. We pull out, slap her ass, and make her beg to be filled again. Each time she takes it deeper, wetter, tighter. By the end of the day she's swallowing without pause and riding until her thighs shake. Homework still hangs over her head, but right now her holes are speaking louder than any excuse.