The Training of Amber Keen, Day Four

Amber leans over the bench, black hair falling across her face. Her body stays tight, athletic lines carved by hours of this same routine. His hand pins her down. The dick that stretches her is thick, relentless, working into her ass with the same steady pressure that has defined every day of this training. She grunts when it bottoms out, hips jerking forward, wrists straining against the cuffs. He pulls back slow, then drives in again, deeper, filling her completely. The room echoes with wet, raw sounds—her breathing, the slap of skin, the creak of leather. She keeps her eyes forward. Takes it. Every inch. No mercy asked, none given.