The Trouble with Yhivi

I get real suspicious when a trainee swears off orgasms. That kind of block has no place in sexual service. I decide to fix it fast. Yhivi lands in my exam chair, straps biting into her limbs. I spread her open and push right in. She fights the sensation, but the tension only builds. Fingers, tongue, and then my cock, I use every tool at hand until her thighs shake and she has to give in. She comes hard, once and then again, black hair sticking to sweat-slick skin. Later I roll her over and open her ass, each thrust sharp, each moan louder than the last. Bondage keeps her exactly where I want her. By the time we finish, the trouble with Yhivi isn’t that she can’t come. It’s that she won’t stop.