The Training of a Lazy Fuck Slut, Day Three

Holly Michaels sits on the couch with heavy tits, round ass, sweat waiting to break. She looks soft, used to taking dick while she lies back and moans. Not here. The rules are simple: slaves do the work. Sweat now. I bark the order and her eyes blank. No clue. I shove her toward the stairs. She runs. Tits slap, ass jiggles, breath tears. Push-ups, squats, anything to drag sweat out of that idle body. She drops to her knees, chest heaving like a dog that just learned what panting is. Humiliation drips off her. Good. Now the real lesson starts. I shove my cock between those swinging tits, fuck them hard until spit coats everything. She opens wide and I ram past her lips, throat stretching, drool pouring down her chin. When her mouth is wrecked I flip her onto my lap, back to my chest, and pound up into her cunt in savage reverse cowgirl. Every thrust knocks the laziness out of her. She collapses, legs shaking, begging for the finish. You were a lazy fuck slut, but you’re learning.