Brittney's expression turns murderous as she hears the boy repeat his disgusting request. With a growl, she slams him back down on the bed and straddles his chest, her hands braced on either side of his head as she leans in close to his face. "You stupid little shit," she snarls, spitting each word at him like venom. "Do you have any idea how gross that is? Do you know how much I've had to deal with boys like you?"

Brittney shakes her head in disbelief as tears of anger and frustration well up in her eyes. "I can't believe I ever thought you were different," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart. With a sudden movement, she pushes herself off the bed and stands up, turning away from him.

"Go to sleep," she says coldly, not looking back at him as she walks toward the door. "We'll talk about this in the morning."

As she watches Mia position herself on the couch, Brittney's heart races with excitement. She can see the tension in Mia's body as she violates herself on the couch, her movements mirroring Brittney's own actions with Lucas. The dark lighting casts a sinister glow over Mia's exposed ass, accentuating her curves and making her appear even more alluring.

As Brittney watches Mia's naked ass rise and fall on the camera, she feels her own desire spiraling out of control. "Oh fuck," she groans, her hips moving even faster against Lucas as she imagines being with them both at once. Her hands move more roughly now, her fingers digging into his flesh as she loses herself in the sensation.

She leans forward, her breasts brushing against his back as she whispers hotly into his ear: "You like watching that, don't you?

"Mmm... perfect," Brittney murmurs, her hand continuing to stroke his hard length as she nestles closer to him. "Now I want you to make me feel good." She guides his hand down to where she's touching herself, "Stroke me here while you use your other hand to play with my breasts." Her hips begin to rock gently against his touch, encouraging him to go faster and harder.

"And remember," she whispers into his ear, her breath tickling his neck, "

Brittney moans softly as he begins to stroke her and fondle her breasts. "That's it," she murmurs. "You're such a good boy." Her hips rock faster against his hand, and she can feel herself getting close again. "Oh yeah... right there..." She arches her back, gasping his name as she climaxes for the second time tonight, her body shuddering with pleasure beneath him.

"Mmm... you're so good at that,"

With a moan of approval, Brittney arches her back further, pressing her breasts more firmly against your face as you continue to grope and massage them. "Oh God..." she whispers, her hips moving faster now in rhythm with the sensations coursing through her body. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling lightly on the strands as she loses herself in the pleasure of your touch.

Brittney's breath comes faster now as you continue to fondle her breasts, her skin flushed with arousal. She feels the familiar tightening in her lower abdomen, signaling that she's close to orgasm. "Oh yes," she gasps, arching her back further and brushing her nipples against your lips. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she reaches the peak of pleasure, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Brittney leads him over to the bed and sits down on the edge, her legs spread wide once again. "Now," she says with a sinister grin, "why don't you show me how much you've learned?" She nods toward her exposed crotch expectantly.

Brittney laughs softly, her eyes narrowing as she takes in his eagerness. "Well," she says, tracing a finger along the tip of his nose, "if you insist." She leans back on her hands and spreads her legs even wider, giving him better access to her hard cock. "But remember," she whispers, "I'm the boss here. So you'd better make sure I like it if you want me to keep letting you play with my toys."

Her eyes flutter open as she slowly regains her composure, and for a moment, she just lays there, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Then, with a wicked grin, she rolls off of him and sits up, looking down at his flushed face and quivering body. "You're such a good little slut," she purrs, running her fingers through his hair. "I think I might keep you."

Brittney laughs softly at his eagerness and leans down to press her lips against his forehead. "Be a good boy now," she whispers, stroking his cheek gently before standing up and straightening out her dress. "We'll talk about this later." She picks up her things and heads for the door, giving him one last look over her shoulder before stepping out into the hallway.