Jessica Creepshow BDSM

Brandy Aniston caught Jessica Creepshow sobbing against the brick wall outside the bar, face blotchy, ID useless in her fist. Too young to get in. Brandy leaned close, breath hot. “Spread for me and my man and you’ll walk through those doors. Suck Tommy Pistol’s cock while I sit on your face, keep us happy. Fail and I blister that pretty ass right here.” Jessica nodded, already wet. Inside the room the rules vanished. Brandy’s palm cracked across each cheek until the skin glowed cherry red; the sting drove Jess lower, tongue flicking Tommy’s balls, slurping every drop that leaked from Brandy’s cunt. When Brandy squirted she aimed straight into the girl’s open mouth and Jess swallowed without spilling a drop. Brandy laughed low, kicked off one heel, and slid her dripping slit across the leather. “Spit-shine your shoes with fresh pussy juice,” she said, eyes locked on Jess. “Learned that today. You’re the rag.”