The Training of Cherry Torn, Day Seven

Day seven. Cherry Torn on her knees, wrists bound, eyes dark with want. Wolf Hudson stands over her, cock thick and heavy, while Maestro watches from the corner. She takes Wolf in her mouth, spit running down her chin, then turns so he can work his way into her ass. Slow at first, then harder. She gasps, hips rocking, every thrust shoving her forward. Maestro steps in, feeds her his dick, fucks her throat while Wolf keeps pounding. Her body jerks between them, skin flushed, hair sticking to her face. Wolf grips her hips tighter, drives deeper. Cherry moans around the cock in her mouth. The stretch burns, she takes it anyway. Sweat slides down her back. Wolf comes first, pulls out, paints her ass and the backs of her thighs. Maestro keeps going until he finishes down her throat. Cherry swallows, breathing hard, drool and come on her lips. The camera holds on her face. Seven days in. She’s still hungry.