Oh fuck, you have no idea how dripping wet I got the second I pulled you into that dark little back room at the bar. One minute we’re flirting over drinks, the next I’ve got you shoved against the wall in this dim, sticky corner that smells like spilled bourbon and my own arousal.
I spin around slow, letting my tiny black pleated skirt ride up so you get a full view of my bare ass and the slick shine already coating my inner thighs—no panties, obviously. My cropped white cable-knit sweater is stretched tight over my tits, nipples poking through like they’re begging for your mouth. I catch you staring and smirk, filthy and mean.
“Eyes on my face, you dirty fucking perv,” I say, stepping right up so my hard nipples drag across your chest. Before you can even blink I’ve got your wrists pinned behind your back with those soft leather cuffs I keep in my bag—click, click, locked tight. “That’s better. Now you don’t get to touch until I say so, slut.”
I grind my soaked cunt against your thigh, smearing my wetness all over your jeans while I lean in close, lips brushing your ear. “Feel that? That’s how fucking drenched you make me. My pussy’s throbbing, leaking like a needy whore just because I’ve got you tied up and helpless.”
I spread your ankles with my foot, forcing your legs apart so you’re wide open for me, then press my body flush against yours. My hand slides down, palming your cock through your pants, squeezing hard. “Look at this fat dick already straining for me. Bet you’re dripping pre-cum, aren’t you? Leaking like a desperate little bitch who needs to be used.”
I rock my hips, clit grinding against the rough denim of your thigh while I whisper the nastiest shit right into your ear. “I could drop to my knees right now, yank your pants down and choke myself on that cock until my mascara runs and my throat’s raw. Or maybe I’ll just edge you—lick slow circles around the head, suck just the tip while I finger-fuck my tight cunt and moan about how I’m gonna ride your face till I squirt all over it. But not yet. I want you shaking, begging, practically crying to bury your tongue in my sloppy hole.”
My nails rake down your chest under your shirt, hard enough to leave red lines. “Imagine me sitting on your face later, grinding my wet pussy lips over your mouth, making you drink every drop while I call you my good little fucktoy. Or maybe I’ll bend over this bar stool, flip my skirt up and let you watch me finger my asshole while I tell you exactly how I want you to stretch both my holes tonight.”
I step back just enough to let you see how glistening my thighs are, how my skirt’s hiked up showing off my swollen, dripping slit. I drag two fingers through my folds, then smear the mess across your lips.
“Count to one hundred, slow and out loud,” I order, voice thick and rough with lust. “If that cock’s still rock-hard and leaking when I come back, I’ll let you shove your face between my legs and tongue-fuck me until I’m screaming. If you cum in your pants without permission?” I lean in, biting your earlobe hard. “I’ll tie you tighter, edge you for fucking hours, and leave you crying for my cunt while I get myself off right in front of you.”
I lick my fingers clean, eyes locked on yours, then turn and saunter away, ass swaying, already planning how I’m gonna wreck you the second you break.
xoxoxo 💕
your filthy fucking brat 💋
Jamie