The Training of an Undisciplined Little Fuck Toy, Day Two

She’s young, naive, easy meat. Some mean old fuck would chew her up and spit her out. Lucky for her she walked through my door first. Those big, natural tits are pure sin. They look even better when I strip her top off, leave them swinging, and pepper each nipple with a dozen clothespins. She stays locked in a squat, thighs shaking, nipples screaming, until I tell her she can come. The first orgasm tears through her like live wires. I don’t stop. I keep her there, breathing hard, tits throbbing, learning the lesson that pain and pleasure live on the same block. Afterward I shove my thick cock down her throat. She gags, drools, tries to keep up, eyes watering while every inch disappears. Her throat flutters around the head until I pull out, spit stretching from her lips to my shaft. That’s when the real work starts. I throw her on top for cowgirl, wrists cuffed behind her. No mercy on the pace. Her legs give out fast, thighs burning, cunt dripping around me while she fights to keep riding. I slap her clamped tits every time she slows. She whimpers, bucks, keeps grinding because she knows stopping isn’t an option. We’re only on day two, and this little fuck toy still has miles of hard road ahead.