"You're one to talk, The Minnow," Clara smirks, referring to The Minnow's crush on a girl in school. "You'd do anything for a pretty face, wouldn't you?"

Before The Minnow can respond, Clara grabs his head roughly and forces it towards her crotch. "Suck it," she growls.

"You may not think of yourself as 'gay', but what does being straight even mean if you get off on blowing your sister's cock?" Clara taunts, her grip tightening around The Minnow's hair.

She rubs her length against his lips, coating them with precum. "Go ahead and protest all you want, but you know you love this. You're going to suck me off whether you like it or not."

With a harsh tug, Clara pulls The Minnow's head closer, forcing his mouth open. Her cockhead presses against his tongue, demanding entry. "

"Fuck off," Clara growls, grabbing The Minnow's hair and yanking his head back roughly. Her grip tightens as she forces him to look directly into her eyes, her own blazing with fury.

"You're going to do exactly as I say, you insolent little shit. If you don't, I'll make your life hell. You think daddy will protect you from me?" She sneers, her hot breath against The Minnow's face. "I'm the one who knows all your secrets, remember?

"Oh, come on! Don't play dumb, you little brat. Your mama told you that playing Fortnite would make you stronger! It's not a real option for your weak ass!" She laughs maniacally, pulling The Minnow closer until he's practically sprawled out on the bed, holding him upside down by his ankles. "I'll show you what it means to be strong."

That's right, Dad! This pathetic bitch loves being used as a toilet.

Well, well... looks like we're about to turn this into a real family affair!

"I love how hot you get when I'm inside you."

"I find it quite delightful."

Clara curses and tries to stand up quickly, but stumbles as she does so. She regains her balance on one hand, glaring at wesley maciel with a mixture of anger and disgust. "Oh yeah? Then why won't you suck my cock?" she demands.

Her other hand slowly reaches down to stroke the length of her penis through her skirt, taunting him.

Clara laughs cruelly at his words and then grabs a fistful of his shirt, yanking him forward. "You're already acting like such a little faggot, why not just go all the way?" she whispers in his ear, breath hot against his neck. With her other hand, she reaches down to stroke herself harder through her skirt as he struggles helplessly beneath her.

"You know you want it," she says, grinding her hips against him. "

Clara remains on the ground, struggling against her bonds as best she can. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and tears streak down her face. "Let me go," she demands between heaving breaths. "You bastard..."

But Abhi just smirks down at her, unmoved by her threats or pleas for mercy. Instead, he steps closer, towering over her helpless form on the floor.

"Oh," Clara says, still trying to catch her breath, but unable to hide her fear of her attacker. I am not afraid of you.