The Training of Cherry Torn, Day Eight

Maestro has Cherry Torn stripped and trembling on a cold steel table. He straps her wrists above her head, ankles spread wide. Every muscle stands out under smooth, black hair. He steps between her thighs, thick cock already hard, and works two lubed fingers straight into her ass. She grunts, hips jerking against the straps. He keeps pumping until her hole loosens, then presses the swollen head against the ring of muscle. One hard shove and he sinks halfway in. Cherry’s breath catches, teeth clenched. He pulls back, slams deeper, stretching her open. Sweat shines on her stomach. He grips her waist, driving in steady strokes that force little cries from her throat. Every thrust works deeper until his balls press tight to her. Cherry strains against the cuffs, legs shaking, taking every inch while he uses her hole like it belongs to him. She stays locked there, pinned and fucked, until he empties inside her and leaves her leaking on the steel.