He runs his tongue over my asshole one last time before standing up. Grabbing onto me, he gently lifts me and presses my back against the pole. The smile he gives me is pure sin.

“You talk a big game, little one, but there’s no denying I like your bratty side.”

I’m still too loopy to form words, but when he presses the thick head of his cock against my sopping wet slit, I let out an eager moan all the same.

He gives me an amused grin and grips my ass harder. Leaning ...