Bratva Queen
‘Don’t be scared Bratva Bitch, I’m sure you know what to do with this’
He pressed his length against her ass while his free hand moved to cup her breast, squeezing it through her crop top, she never wore a bra so it was too easy for him. Breathing heavily he pushed it up exposing them to his greedy hands,
‘My, my you are such a fucking whore Bratva Bitch. He lets you out with no bra? You are just asking for this then aren’t you?’