Brat Domme - Sera Ryder

Sera shows up whenever she feels like it. Her step-dad owns the building, so she treats the place like her living room—heels on the desk, phone in her hand, zero work getting done. Mr. King tries to play boss, barking about deadlines. She laughs right in his face. When he threatens to cut her loose, she lifts one eyebrow and says, “Go ahead—then I’ll call Daddy and you can kiss this job goodbye.” The color drains out of him. He starts bargaining. She likes the sound of that. “Sounds like a favor. What are you going to do for me?” Next thing, King is on the carpet. Sera kicks her shoes off, plants a sole on his mouth and tells him to prove how sorry he is. He kisses the leather first, then her bare feet, tongue working between every toe while she films it for her own amusement. She stands, turns, hikes her skirt, and drops that thick ass right onto his face, smothering him until his lungs burn. He’s still hard—circumcised cock straining against his slacks—so she spins around, swallows him deep while her pussy hovers an inch from his mouth. Sixty-nine at her pace: she grinds, takes what she wants, uses his tongue and his throat until she’s satisfied. When she finally lifts off, his lips are slick, his face red, and she’s already scrolling her phone again like nothing happened.