Who's The Boss?

Brandi Love watches the young woman from across the room, knowing exactly what Kate wants to steal. The girl is pretty, but prettiness means nothing when it comes to control. Brandi moves in close. No warning. Her mouth takes Kate's first. Then it moves lower, tasting salt and heat across every curve. She grips Kate's hips hard enough to leave her fingerprints behind, dragging her down onto the floor. Tongues drag over hard nipples and the wet crease between spread thighs. Every inch gets attention. Kate gasps, tries to take the lead, but Brandi pins her hips, lines their cunts up, and grinds. Hard. Clits slick against each other, bodies rocking in a brutal, messy rhythm that leaves both of them sweating. No softness. Just the sound of skin slapping wet skin, thighs trembling, mouths open in moans that keep breaking into cries. Kate claws at Brandi's back when the older woman rolls her hips at just the right angle. The room fills with the slap of wet folds and the raw need to win. They don't stop until both of them shake through it, cum streaking thighs, breath gone ragged, bodies locked like they mean to brand the memory into skin.