Brat Domme 5 - Emma Rosie

Jack's phone buzzes. Mistress orders him to show up at an address at 4PM sharp. He gets there on the dot, the perfect little beta. But it's not his Mistress waiting—it's Emma Rosie, this tiny blonde college girl in business attire. "My mom says you're her bitch," she smirks. "She says you do whatever you're told." Jack burns with humiliation, but he owns it: he won't disobey. She doesn't waste time. "My mom says you're doing all my homework from now on. A's across the board." She watches how easily he folds, and decides to play. She spits right in his face, shoves her small feet at him until he licks and worships every inch, then turns and plants her ass over his mouth. She slides a finger across her tight little hole and feeds it to him, makes him clean it. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," she snaps, all 4'11 of her, and Jack knows he's hers now too. She grinds down, making him kiss, tongue, and serve while she lounges in her sharp clothes—brat in total control, using his mouth like it's hers to command.