Brat's Bratty Boyfriend

She stood over him with that look—half sweet, half trouble. Brat and her so-called obedient boyfriend. Cute. The second I tied him down, something flipped. She dropped between his legs and took him in her mouth like she’d been waiting all day. No hesitation. Just heat and hunger. She sucked hard, fast, then climbed up and rode him like it was owed to her. Her black hair whipped around as she bounced, slamming down again and again, moaning loud enough to wake the damn neighbors. He couldn’t move. Didn’t want to. She used every inch of him, blonde strands sticking to her face, thighs flexing, chasing it like she owned it. Young, filthy, and zero brakes. Best kind of scene.