Training That Ass, Savannah Fox, Day Two

She’s not just a greedy whore—she’s a pain slut so bottomless it’s almost funny. Maybe she can’t be trained. I beat her anyway. Every time the crop lands she gushes, legs shaking, piss-warm squirt spotting the tile while she moans like it’s a compliment. We feed her cock until spit hangs from her chin, then haul her down the hall, wrists still cuffed. The bed is next. We bend her open and use her—hard, fast, no mercy—until the only sounds left are skin slapping skin and her broken little thank-yous. When we flip her and drive into her ass, she takes it greedy, hole clenching, back bowing, still begging for more even after we’ve finished. Homework done, slut.