“You want me to fuck your smartass mouth, huh? You wouldn’t fit half of this cock between those glossy little lips, sweetheart.” “Yes, I would,” she cries out. “No, I’d fit it. I’d be in charge. Not you, brat.” I take a handful of her ass as I’m explaining this to her, squeezing it until she hisses in pain. “I’d wrap your hair around my fist and make you look up at me while I work it down your throat.”
