Studying Hard For A BIG Reward

Brad Newman’s mouth used words like a fucking live wire, smirking across the dinner table every time he dared his tiny stepdaughter Amber Summer to keep grinding through that textbook: “Straight A’s and I’ll stuff that cute face full of this donkey dick.” The joke stuck, every goddam day. Now she’d earned her reward — smelled the ink still on the report card that, in her head, translated to one prize only: a throat too tight for every thick inch Bradley had bragged about. He had her bent over the sink before the bedroom even entered his mind. The tiles kissed her knees as warm water danced down her bare spine, slipping between ass cheeks already spread by the older man’s callused thumbs. With one hand he worked his shaft heavy and twitching, smears of pre smeared across spit-bright lips the size of ripe cherries. The second hand hooked around her ponytail like reins, tugging slow—guiding her onto blunt heat that thrust right past eager buds of her tonsils. Amber gagged, spat, still hungry enough to swim after another swallowing lurch. Pool sunlight pressed diamonds across wet black hair whenever her forehead slapped between his thighs. The slap, slap rhythm picked up until her nose mashed pubes, drool threated tidy plaster grout below like creamy excess, ripped-only soundtrack their shared guttural worship under leaky nylon knuckles fisted tight. Every veins-knotted flex savored a class reward well claimed. Write hoagie, homecoming coat plowing rubber-up love with precision of a fuck committed to mutual RSVP.