Training Carmen Valentina

Carmen Valentina walks in tall and built, every curve tight with muscle. Black hair pulled tight. Charles Dera grabs her by the back of the neck and bends her straight over the bench without a word. She takes it. No fight, just a breath that shudders. He works her open, spits, presses in. Slow. Deliberate. The stretch pulls a long moan out of her. He doesn't give her time to settle. One hand pins her shoulder, the other pushes deeper until she gives. She breathes hard through flared nostrils, jaw forced wide around thick black rubber. Drool runs down her chin in thin, steady lines. Her ass flexes every time he sinks in deeper. The gag turns every grunt into something wet and strangled. He rocks into her with steady pressure, hips slapping skin, pace climbing until she shakes under him. No soft edges. Just the sound of his body meeting hers and the constant creak of the bench under their weight.