The Training of Cherry Torn, Day Four

Cherry Torn's on her back, legs pulled wide. Her body's athletic, tight, the kind that can't hide a single shiver. One guy leans over her face, thick cock sliding between her lips while another man works lube into her ass. The stretch is slow, relentless. Every time she gasps around the dick in her mouth the second guy pushes deeper. Her black hair sticks to her sweat-slick skin. She tries to stay quiet, but the sounds slip out anyway. When the guy behind her finally sinks all the way in, her whole body locks up. The camera catches it all, the way her muscles twitch, how her hands fist in the sheets. He starts to move, long slow strokes that make her back arch. The guy at her mouth pulls out just to watch her mouth hang open, spit shining on her chin. He slaps his cock against her tongue, then pushes back in. They work her between them, no mercy, just rhythm. Cherry's eyes water, yet she stays open, taking it, body straining to hold them both.