Anal training of Gloria Miller

Gloria is the kind of brunette you notice across the room—sleek, sure of herself, already wet with anticipation. When Markus first nudges the thick head of his cock against her clenched hole, her body jolts. The stretch is sudden, almost brutal, but the ache melts fast into something hotter. She breathes through it, pushes back, greedy for more. He answers her with steady pressure, sinking inch by inch until her ass grips him tight all the way down. Each thrust pulls a low, grateful moan from her throat. Her hands twist in the sheets; her thighs tremble. Markus stays deep, rolling his hips so she feels every rigid vein, every deliberate grind. She’s shaking by the time he pulls free, dropping to her knees without a word. He fists his slick cock once, twice, and paints her face in thick, hot stripes that streak across her flushed skin and parted lips.