My fave brat

You stand before me anxiously waiting my attention. Your hands clasped, you bite your lower lip as I approach. I steady your hips and slide my fingers along your waist. You’re trembling with hurried anticipation. I unbutton your shirt; slow, meticulous, teasingly. You are fixated on my fingers. I lift your chin and kiss your lips. Eyes wide open, ours locked meanwhile your shirt falls to the floor. I take your hand and steady you upon the edge of the bed. You are giggling like a tween in heat. I ascend, you descend in perfect sync. I admire your perky bussom and curves. The raw deliciousness before me. I part your legs slightly as my tongue tastes and glides crisscross along your smooth skin. I rise briefly for a kiss on your lips. You push my head and feed your nipples in my mouth. I suck, nibble, and bite. You quiver and slither. I grab your wrists and hang them above your head.  

You love submission, yet you are a brat. You like to fight. You can be a deviant little bitch. You try to wiggle free from beneath me. I swat your rump a cherry red. You give up momentarily. I know you are conserving energy for your next tantrum.  
I let go my hold upon your wrists and fixate on your hips. Your pelvic bones in my grip. I bury my face in your panties and pull the elastic band with my teeth. A chin dive and stretch grants me full access to your moist cunt. You swell in my mouth. I love the taste of your wine.  
You beg me to suck and tongue fuck your clit. Oh, I will have my way. My index and middle penetrates your shithole. It’s been awhile since you’ve had action in that dark cave. You don’t protest. You’re such a good girl.