The Training of Alexa on Tess, Day Four

Day four hits hard. Alexa straps Tess down tight, wrists and ankles locked to the bench. Blonde hair spills over the wood like fresh cream. Tess breathes shallow, every muscle ready to shake. The plug stretches her open. Alexa works it deeper, slow circles, then pulls it free. She replaces it with her fingers, three at a time, twisting until Tess gasps. Alexa’s brunette braid brushes Tess’s lower back when she leans in. A thin strand of spit falls from her mouth onto the waiting hole. She spreads it with her thumb, adds lube, and pushes her cock inside. The ring fights her. She keeps pressure until it gives. Tess whines through clenched teeth. Alexa doesn’t stop. She sinks inch by inch, pauses, then drives the rest home until her hips slap skin. She grinds, circles, pulls back halfway, then slams again. Leather cuffs creak. Sweat runs down Tess’s spine. Alexa leans close, bites her ear, and whispers one word: “Stay open.” Then she fucks her like she means it.