Trained to Serve: Nineteen Year Old Alaina Dawson

Nineteen-year-old Alaina Dawson walks in shaved smooth and ready for whatever’s coming. She kneels the second the door clicks shut, wrists already lifted like they belong in rope. Her master doesn’t waste time. He loops the cord tight, cinches her arms behind her back, forces her spine into a perfect arch. Every tug makes her thighs twitch. A leather crop slides along her spine, then snaps across both ass cheeks—once, twice, three times—until the skin flushes deep red and her breath comes out in short, hungry bursts. She stays upright. She stays quiet. She stays wet. When he finally unzips, she leans forward like the sight of his cock is the only thing that can steady her. He feeds it to her inch by inch until her lips stretch wide, until spit drips off her chin and her eyes water, but she doesn’t pull back. She swallows him deeper. He pulls out, spins her around, and presses the head against her ass without asking. She pushes back, greedy for the stretch. He drives in hard, fucking her open with steady, punishing strokes while the welts on her ass throb in time with every thrust. She takes it. She moans for it. She comes when he tells her to, shaking, clenching, used.