The Training of Trina Michaels, Day Two

Trina Michaels hits the floor on her hands and knees. Her big tits swing under her chest. Maestro stands over her with his belt doubled in one fist. She knows what’s next. He brings the leather down across her ass and her back arches. A red line blooms on her skin. She stays in position. He drops his pants. His cock is already hard and thick. He grabs her hips, lines up, and pushes straight into her ass. Trina’s mouth opens wide but she doesn’t make a sound. He works deeper, pulling almost all the way out, then driving back in until his hips slap her cheeks. Her athletic body holds steady under the pounding. Sweat runs down her spine. Maestro fists her hair, pulls her head up so the camera sees her face. Her eyes water but she keeps pushing back. Every thrust spreads her wider. He doesn’t slow down. He just fucks harder, using her ass like it belongs to him. She takes it all, breathing hard, nipples tight, legs shaking.