“You’re a bad fucking girl,” I tell her, fisting her hair, pulling her head back so I can drag my mouth down her throat. I find her nipple, nipping it through the satin, and she whimpers. Hovering above her, I cup her warm, wet pussy. “Whose bad girl are you?” “Mine.” I slap her clit. “Yours!” “There you go, baby. My bad girl, but such a good girl too, huh?”
