Anal Training Miss Daisy, Day Two

She’s arched back so hard her ribs show. Wrists lashed to ankles, knees forced wide. He feeds his cock straight down her throat and holds it there while his fingers pinch and twist her nipples raw. Each time she gags, her asshole clenches around nothing, begging for the real thing. When he finally flips her onto her belly, he works the fat head of his cock past the tight ring, inch by slow inch, until her whole body jerks and she’s taking every last thick vein. The stretch burns, her clit throbs untouched, and he keeps feeding it deeper like he owns the place.