Spoiled Brat: Part Two

Remy struts back downstairs with half her dinner on the plate and mouths off about dessert like she never left the damn table. Ariella snaps. Enough. She slams her huge tits right against the girl’s mouth, nipples brushing those glossy lips. "Open," she orders. Remy whimpers but latches on, sucking like the spoiled brat she is, right there in the kitchen with her dad somewhere nearby. Ariella shoves the dish aside, spreads Remy across the wood, and dives tongue-first between those smooth thighs. Juice coats her chin, and when Remy starts begging for Mom’s pussy, Ariella climbs up, straddles, and grinds—wet lips sliding, clits bumping, both of them panting, hips jerking, chasing the kind of dessert that leaves marks on the table.