The Training of Holly Heart, Day Three

Day three, and Holly Heart’s holes are already twitching for trouble. She’s on all fours, black hair plastered to her face, back arched like she’s begging to be split in two. The dom’s thick cock drives straight up her ass, each thrust rocking her forward, muscle and flesh slapping. She bites the leather cuff on her wrist and pushes back for more. Sweat runs down her spine, trickles between her cheeks, and every time he bottoms out she groans like she’s been waiting all week for that exact hit. He grabs her hips, yanks her onto him harder, deeper, no pause, no mercy, just the steady rhythm of a man taking what’s offered and demanding more. She takes it, trembling, dripping, every nerve screaming yes even when her mouth can’t form the word.