Maria Learns it in the Hard Way

Mandy knew exactly how to make girls like Maria submit, and she proved it once more. Maria showed up in that black fishnet dress, thinking she might call the shots, until she stepped inside Mandy's place. The rules belonged to Mandy there. She kept Maria moving, slow at first, then faster when the whistle cut through the quiet. Her legs trembled, her hips swayed when Mandy wanted them to sway. The fabric clung, open where it counted. Maria bent forward when told, knees spread, hands flat on the cool floor. She felt the air against skin that was no longer hers to hide. Every touch landed where Mandy intended. The same mouth that used to smirk now opened without protest, waiting to be filled and used, the younger woman's body responding to each command faster than before. She was pliable, wet, and completely owned by the time Mandy finished with her.