Allie Loves Her Gooner

Brat struts in wearing nothing but pink. Her new black hair spills past her shoulders and her nipples stand out—pierced and shining. She climbs onto the bed where Allie’s already blindfolded and bound. Brat doesn’t waste time. She leans over Allie’s face, trails a hard nipple across Allie’s lips, then lowers it into Allie’s open mouth. Allie sucks, tongue flicking the piercing, pulling a low growl from Brat. Brat shifts, pins Allie’s wrists, straddles her thigh and grinds down. The wet heat makes Allie buck. Brat rides that thigh hard, hips snapping, breath coming sharp. She grips Allie’s hair, tugs, holds her in place while she uses her. Brat’s voice is rough: “Good girl, stay still.” Allie whimpers into the blindfold, thighs twitching. Brat keeps moving, chasing that friction until her breath breaks and her body shudders. She doesn’t let up. She leans back, spreads Allie wider, and slides two fingers in deep. Allie gasps, clenches, pulls against the ropes. Brat curls her fingers, thrusts slow, then fast, watching Allie’s mouth fall open. Brat leans in again, catches one of Allie’s nipples between her teeth, and bites just enough to make Allie cry out. Brat’s other hand stays busy, driving those fingers harder. Allie’s hips jerk, thighs trembling, every muscle straining toward the edge. Brat doesn’t stop until Allie’s shaking apart beneath her, breath ragged, body spent. Brat pulls her fingers free, licks them clean, and grins down at the blindfolded girl still catching her breath.