“Come on, Fefe.” He spreads his legs wide, his stance powerful and every bit as cocky as he is as he looms over me. “Open that pretty mouth for me.” He slaps his dick against my lips hard enough to sting, and I bite back a groan as he does it again. “Or I can make you.” He scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip and starts stroking again, moving slower than before. “What do you say, little brother? You gonna be a good boy, or are you going to learn that bad boys get punished?”
