Brat Domme 4 - Penelope Kay

Penelope Kay raps on the glass, that sly grin cutting through the dim light of Jack's living room. She caught him red-handed, fist pumping to those MeanBitches clips, and she isn’t letting the moment slip. Now she’s planted at his door, suit jacket tight over her heavy tits, business skirt riding up her thighs, and she lays out her terms flat: be her driver or watch those phone videos of him stroking spread everywhere. She steps past him like she owns the place, kicks her heels off, plants one bare foot on the coffee table and tells him to get on his knees and prove it. Jack tastes the salt on her sole, then buries his face where the skirt rides up, beard scraping soft skin while she grinds down and laughs. Later she shoves him flat on the couch, swings a leg over, and sinks onto his face, the weight of her ass cutting off everything but heat and her voice telling him he asked for this. She works his cock between her arches, strokes until he’s slick, her toes flexing with every twitch. Each time he thinks he might catch a breath she plants herself harder, keeping him under her until he learns exactly who calls the shots now.