Mia Little teaches clueless loser Ruckus how to serve Women

Mia Little walks through the door, phone already pressed to her ear. Ruckus is on the line whining about four dates that ghosted him. She listens for half a second before her tone drops. Someone needs to learn how to serve. She hangs up, orders him over. He drops to his knees the second he steps inside. Her stockings shine under the hallway light; she presses one foot into his lap, makes him peel the shoe off, then rubs the warm nylon across his face. "Thank her," she says. "Thank every woman who lets you touch her." He mutters it into the fabric while she grinds her sole against his tongue. Next she turns, peels the thong aside, and shoves his face between her cheeks. He licks until his jaw aches. She clamps his neck between those powerful thighs, squeezes until his vision spots, then releases only to drop her breasts over his mouth and nose. Smothered. Gasping. Hard. Mistakes cost him. A sloppy lick earns a sharp slap. Hesitation gets a wad of spit in his open mouth. Lazy posture means her palm cracks across his bare ass until the skin burns red. When she finally decides he might be worth fucking, she doesn’t let him use his cock. She slaps it, flicks it, reminds him it’s not the center of anything. Ropes snake around his wrists, yank them to a spreader bar; another loop drags him upright by the ceiling hook. A fat ball gag stretches his jaw. She works two fingers into his hole, then three, until he’s open and shaking. Only then does she line up that long, thick cock and sink in deep, hips snapping, every thrust punching a grunt past the gag. She leaves him tied, wrists now strapped to his own thighs, and climbs onto his face. Her weight settles; she grinds until she comes, using his tongue like a toy. Afterward she sinks onto his cock, rides him hard, but stops before he can finish. She stands, jerks herself above his chest, paints him with hot stripes, then tells him to get up and fuck her until she comes again. Only when she’s satisfied does she plant both feet and let him stroke. He shoots across her arches. She watches him bend, tongue out, licking every drop off her skin like the grateful pet he’s finally learning to be.