The Training of Dia Zerva, Day One

She walks in first, tight athletic body, black hair pulled back hard. He follows, already half-hard. No ceremony. He bends her over the bench, spreads her, and pushes in her ass without a warm-up. She gasps once. After that, just grunts and the wet slap of skin every time he drives deeper. His cock is thick, stretching her open inch by inch until she’s taking the whole thing. Every thrust knocks the breath out of her, but she pushes back for more. Sweat rolls off both of them. He grabs her hips, digs in, and keeps going until her legs shake. She stays bent, dripping, waiting for whatever comes next.