The Training of Jade Indica, Day Three

Day three hits her hard. Jade takes every shock. Her muscles strain. She sweats through every rep. Maestro’s thick cock pushes deep into her ass, driving her forward. She breathes through gritted teeth. He pulls out, slaps her thigh, pushes back in harder. Her cries crack open the air. Her black hair sticks to her face. She never breaks. Every thrust says what words don’t: prove it. She grips the bench, hips locked, back arched. He sinks in to the hilt. She swallows the pain and asks for more. They move like two machines locked together, one engine. The sweat and breath fill the room. Jade keeps taking it. She doesn’t blink. She doesn’t stop. She owns every inch he gives her.