The Training of Claire Robbins, Day Two

Claire Robbins’ ass is on the table again. Day two. She’s stripped, bent, wrists cinched behind her and the cuffs biting in. The trainer pushes lube into her with two fingers, works it deep, then lines his cock up. She’s tight, wet, taking him anyway. Every inch stretches her, slow at first, then harder until her back arches and her hair spills black across the floor. He grabs her hip, slams in, holds, then eases out until only the head stays inside. She whimpers. He pushes back, deeper. The camera lingers on the way her hole grips him, shiny with lube, clenching every time he drives home. He switches grips—palm between her shoulder blades, pressing her down—then works her harder. The chain of the cuffs rattles. Her thighs shake. She takes it because that’s what she’s here for, and every thrust tells her what comes next.