Slave Training Kendra Cole

Kendra Cole signs up for the hard stuff. Seth has her bound tight, wrists pinned behind her back, knees spread wide on the floor. Every slap lands loud—her cheek, her tits, the inside of her thigh—marking her while he tells her exactly what she is: his thing to rent, break, and put back on the shelf when he’s done. He works her open with his fingers first, then buries his cock straight in her ass, no warm-up. She chokes on a gasp that turns into a moan. He pushes deeper each stroke until the slaps of skin echo off the walls and she starts to shake. Seth keeps her there, grinding, pulling out just far enough to watch her hole stay open for him, then slamming back in until her voice cracks into a scream. When he lets her come, it’s because he decided she’d earned it—not a second sooner. She stays on her knees afterward, trembling, drooling, hole twitching, waiting for whatever he decides next.