Y O U R H O T L I N E

❁brat & sir❁

!Vibrators, choking, male-dom, degrading

Clay went into their bathroom to shower. Sylvia was feeling a bit... I guess you could say frisky. No, that sounds weird. Fine. She felt a bit horny. Sylvia Penelope Fox is HORNY! Someone put that on a neon light. Wait, don't, I trademark it.

(I want to keep this is because I found this funny I wrote it at like 4 am...)

Sylvia decided to lock the door, just in case, someone decided to try and walk in. Then she went to their huge closet and found her forest green set and oversized black gothic shirt from Goodwill. Then she went to the bed and put a pillow under her hips, so her ass was up slightly. Then she made sure her shirt was riding up, so he had a good view when he came out.

Sylvia was just begging to get fucked because she knew this would do the trick. Her imagination got ahead of her. When she heard the water stop, she got on her phone, so it seemed like she didn't do this on purpose when he came out. Sylvia went to Spotify and shuffled played The Neighbourhood.

She could hear him open and close stuff like deodorant, toothpaste, and whatnot. Her skin crawled in anticipation. She was just waiting for that door to open and for him to see her exposed for him.

Luckily she didn't have to dream any longer because he came out of the bathroom. He was in his boxers and a light white shirt. Clay's eyes went directly to her ass. A mischievous grin spread across his face. He sauntered over to her, crawling on the bed, placing a knee in between her legs.

He pulled on the string of her panties and let it snap back, "Green looks good on you."

She acted oblivious, not answering him. He rubbed her ass, then grazed two fingers over the strip of lace on her pussy. Sylvia kept scrolling on her phone, ignoring him, while deep down, she was going crazy. This is exactly what she had imagined; it was all going to plan.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He asked while slightly pushing the pads of his fingers harder as he rubbed up and down.

"I don't know what you are talking about. I'm literally on my phone." She hissed, fully expecting a "bad" reaction.

He scoffed, "What are you even doing."

"Nothing. Stop acting weird."

His face scrunched up in confusion. She bit lip her in suspense because he was now quiet. He slowly peeled back her underwear. Sylvia was leaking in precum.

"God- You are so wet. You like this, huh?" His voice got lower.

Yes, yes, she did. But she couldn't acknowledge his question.

"You literally make no sense." Sylvia acted.

Clay dipped his finger in the precum to wet it before sliding it in. Sylvia took a sharp breath, hoping he wouldn't realize.

"Can you feel that?" Clay smirked.

She shook her head, "Feel what? Stop being annoying."

"My finger inside of you." He gritted his teeth.

"What finger?"

He shuffled a bit from behind her, "Be that way. You'll regret it."

Clay had his body lined up with hers. He pushed another finger in and petted. Her mouth hung open, but she let no sounds escape.

"If you are going to be a brat, I'll treat you like one." He pulled his fingers out.

Then he tugged her hips back a bit so he could press his bulge on her. Her eyes shot wide open. Sylvia's mouth started watering. He pulled away from her so that he could take his shirt off. Once it was off, he rubbed himself through his boxers. Clay grabbed his dick and took it out. He put a hand on her back and then press his tip to her slit. He spat down there and then used his dick to rub it in. Her back arched at the sensation.