Brat Domme 2 - Allie Addison

Allie Addison storms in from another long shopping run on his card, heels clicking, bags piled outside. Her mom’s boyfriend didn’t even come running—mistake number one. She slaps his face hard, the sting echoing off the walls. “Get them, bitch,” she snaps, blonde hair swinging as she points toward the door. He scrambles. When he drops to his knees she shoves both shoes at his mouth. “Tongue on my feet first. Show me how sorry you are.” He licks the dirt from the soles while she sits back and grins, twisting her toes deeper. Bored with that game, she rises, peels her slacks down just enough, plants that round ass straight onto his open mouth. “Deeper,” she orders, grinding slow circles. He obeys, tongue sliding straight into her tight little hole, exactly where she likes it. Every moan from her pushes him harder. Every slap of her palm reminds him whose credit cards bought the clothes, whose orders keep him on the floor. She rides his face like she rides his wallet—greedy, merciless, and completely in charge.