The Brat is out: Maya Matthews

Maya Matthews goes under. Hard. She spits attitude until the gag shuts her up, then the water takes whatever fight she has left. Tank, restraints, nothing between her and the surface but twenty seconds of breath and attitude. Her lips stretch around the ball, long hair drifting like smoke, body jerking every time she runs out of air. Sarge doesn’t rush. He keeps her on the edge until the clock says otherwise. This isn’t some soft tease. She’s wet, helpless, and done fighting it. Just the way the brat deserves.