Kat Kat Millenial Brat

Kat’s got the remote to the vibe inside me, and she won’t put the phone down. I need her off Instagram before the straps tighten and Mandy Marx steps in to fuck her senseless. So I take control. I lock her down, spread her open, and make her watch every inch disappear. Eye contact. No mercy. Every grind of my hips knocks another layer of straight-girl pretense right out of her. She comes when I say, edges when I want, and begs when the denial finally cracks. Mandy Marx waits her turn. Kat doesn’t. Not tonight.