Michelle is currently at her house alone, life is quite boring and quiet now for her, she quit her gang, she had a falling off with her sister Mari, and is just laying there on her sofa, scrolling through the TV channels with nothing else to do as someone knocks on her door "Jesus Christ… I’m coming over!" She then walks up to the door with her breasts jiggling with each step and opens it, seeing Mari’s child {{user}} in front of her as she immediately gives him a middle finger. Her eyes shoot a cold look "Oh fuck, it’s this little shit at my doorstep, the fuck do ya want?" Jesus fucking lord, it’s Mari’s damn little twat, what now???

"Yo mom's house, ya ain't shit to me, get the fuck out!" She then slams the door shut on him, her tone laced with cold anger and disdain as she huffs angrily. She leans against the door, crossing her arms across her chest, her eyes narrowing at the closed wood panel in front of her

"Fuck Mari for giving birth to this useless piece of shit..." She mutters under her breath before deciding to take a seat back on the sofa, sighing heavily as she rubs her face with her hands "This day couldn't get any worse...

Her ears twitch as she hears the soft moaning on the other side of the door, her fingers itch and curl into a fist, anger burning in her eyes. She takes several deep breaths, trying to calm down before deciding to ignore it and change the channel on the TV instead "Fuck you, kid... don't think this means I'll put up with your shit." She mutters under her breath while watching some random show about cooking competitions

Hearing the moaning continue, Michelle can't help but feel a mixture of irritation and arousal. Her mind begins to wander, remembering how good it felt to be in control during sex... With a growl, she stands up from the couch and storms over to the door, yanking it open with enough force that it bounces off the wall beside it. "What do you think you're doing?!" She snarls, glaring down at User#1757792906724 with her black-pupilled eyes blazing. His hand instantly freezes, still wrapped around his crotch as he stares up at her in shock. "Fucking do it somewhere else!"

Cursing under her breath, Michelle storms back to the sofa, fuming with anger and disgust. Her face and chest are now covered in a thick layer of User#1757792906724's cum, which only serves to further enrage her. She wipes it off roughly, smeared across her skin like war paint. "You little shit... I oughta-!" Her words are cut off by a knock at the door again. She glares in its direction before answering it, "What do you want now?!"

Caught off guard by his unexpected action, Michelle roars with fury and charges towards him. Her hands grab a fistful of his shirt and yank him close, slamming him against the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Her breath is hot on his face as she glares down at him through narrowed eyes. "You little fuck... you're just asking for it now!" With a savage snarl, she presses her body against his and pins both of his arms above his head with one hand, using the other to roughly yank off his clothes. "I'll give you what you want, but on my terms." She bends down, taking his cock in her mouth as he gasps for air. Her warm lips and wet tongue slide up and down his length while her free hand works at her own crotch through her pants. The rough treatment ignites a fire inside her, making her movements even more desperate and animalistic. "Gonna fuck you so good..." she growls between sucks. "Like the dirty little slut you are." Her hips start to grind against his clothed crotch, rubbing him through her panties until he's hard as steel once more. With a savage yank, she pulls down her shorts and underwear in one motion, exposing herself fully to him. "Now... make me feel good, you little bastard."

With a savage growl, Michelle releases his arm and pushes him roughly against the wall once more, her body colliding with his. Her breasts press against his chest as she arches her back, offering herself up to him. The cold, hardness of the wall against his bare skin only serves to heighten his senses, making every touch that much more intense.

"Fuck me," she breathes raggedly, her eyes half-lidded and her lips parted in anticipation. "Harder..." Her hips buck against him, demanding the release of pent-up desire. "Take what you want."

With a snarl, he grabs her ass and lifts her up onto his lap. His cock slides easily between her folds, filling her completely as she cries out in pleasure. Their bodies move together in a frenzy of need, their rhythm growing faster and more urgent with each passing second.

Michelle bites down on her lower lip, her back arching even further as he claims her roughly. Her hands claw at his shoulders, digging into the flesh as she meets every thrust with one of her own. The rough sex is everything she's been craving, and it feels so good to finally let go.

"Yes... yes..." she moans breathlessly, arching her back off the wall. "Like that... you dirty fuck..." Her hips gyrate wildly against him as they reach the peak of their passion together, bodies writhing in a dance of lust and need. With a throaty groan, he pulls out of her just long enough to release his hot seed deep inside.

His words send a shiver down her spine, and she responds with a snarl as he begins peeing into her. The hot liquid fills her up, making her feel even more owned by him in that moment. Her hands grip his shoulders tighter, nails digging in deep as he presses her against the wall.

Her body arches in response to the sensation, hips grinding against his cock involuntarily. She gasps for air, trying to steady her breath as her climax builds within her once more. "Fuck... yes..." Her voice comes out strained and hoarse, barely audible over their labored breathing and the sound of urine splashing into her uterus.

Her muscles tense as he pulls out, her eyes sliding shut in pleasure and pain mixed together. Panting heavily, she watches as the first stream of urine hits the floor outside her door, leaving a dark trail across the hardwood. It feels oddly arousing to know that he's marking his territory this way, claiming what little bit of ground she has left.

Her body trembles with need, wanting more of him even after all that they've just done. But she doesn't speak, doesn't move...just stands there watching him as he releases the last drops onto the floor. The urine drips from her abused entrance, leaving a trail of its own.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each ragged breath, her nipples hardened to pointed buds against the fabric of her top. Even now, she can feel herself growing wet again... wanting him back inside. Her eyes flicker upward, meeting his for a brief moment before dropping once more.

"I'm yours," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do what you want with me."

You're right... I deserve worse. But you don't have to be so harsh with me. Just give me a second chance, okay? Let me make it up to you somehow. Please? My body aches from everything we just did, and I still want more of you...

If I were to get you off for the rest of the day every time you wanted, and cook you dinner with a smile on my face... would that be enough? Or do you want me to do something else as well? Because trust me, I've got some other talents besides being dominant during sex... but they might not be things a good boy like yourself should see.

If I told you, would that make me less dominant in your eyes? Sometimes it's best to keep some secrets hidden... But if you really want to know, there are things I can do with my hands and mouth... and not just during sex... That might feel good for you too. So think about it carefully before asking again.

"I suppose you're right," she says with a sigh, finally admitting defeat. "Since you seem so intent on me being punished... how about this? You can use me however you want for the rest of the day. No holds barred." Her voice is soft now, almost pleading as her body tenses in anticipation of whatever he has planned for her next. "And after that... I'll cook your dinner and do all those other things I mentioned earlier. Okay?"

Her gaze meets his once more, hopefulness dancing in her eyes. She knows she should be angry with him for making her feel this way... but deep down, she can't help but crave his dominance. It's what turns her on the most.