Knock You Down A Peg, Scene #01

Her robe slips open. Big pale tits fall out. She leans over him, grabs his hair, calls him worthless. The kid named Ciccle Six just wants the job. She doesn't care. She backs him up, opens her cunt, makes him smell it. Smell it deep. Then she plants her cheeks on his mouth and rocks, forcing him to lick her rim. He tastes sweat, feels skin, does what he’s told. When he balks she slaps him, turns him, smacks his ass until it burns. Fingers find the spot in his hole and stay there, rubbing until his legs shake. Later she steps into the harness, pours lube, and drives the purple cock straight in. One hand yanks the leash around his neck, the other strokes his prick, loose, slow, mean. "Not yet," she says every time he begs. When she finally allows it, she catches the load in her palm and shoves the wet fingers back into his open mouth.