The Training of Cherry Torn, Day Five

Day five. Cherry hits the mat and Maestro is already on her. He pins her wrists, spreads her thighs, and drives his cock straight into her ass. She takes every thick inch. Her body tightens, then yields, hips snapping back like she wants to swallow him whole. He flips her face-down and fucks her harder, one hand gripping her black hair, the other pinning her shoulder. Every thrust slams deep. Cherry moans through clenched teeth, sweat rolling between her shoulder blades, her own weight keeping her pinned. He pulls out, slaps her ass, then slides back in—slow, cruel, deliberate. Her legs shake. He leans down, bites her neck, and starts again. No mercy. No break. Just the steady rhythm of skin on skin and the wet sound of her stretched around him. Cherry’s breath comes ragged. She strains against his grip, but he holds her down and keeps moving. The harder she fights, the deeper he drives.