Bratty Teens : Honey Gold

Honey Gold figured she'd score points with Logan by suggesting some couple exercise. She showed up in daisy-duke shorts and that flannel she knows drives him crazy, fishnets gleaming like she planned a porn shoot, not a nature walk. The second she got muddy she bitched and moaned about sweat. Logan lost it. "You planned on getting dirty? Then act like it." He tossed her over his shoulder and hiked her spoiled ass all the way back to the truck. By the time the front door slammed he was hard and pissed off. She grinned, yanking at his belt like a brat who knew exactly what she’d earned. "All that cardio and I still want another workout," she purred, already pulling those shorts aside. Logan shoved her against the wall, yanking the fishnets open, cock out and splitting her wet pussy in one angry thrust. Every lazy complaint turned into needy squeals as he drilled into her right there in the hallway. “Thought you hated being sweaty?” he grunted. “Let’s get filthy then, princess.”