Fuck and Brand

You see her light the fireplace. Huh, you think, odd to do that. Then you quickly forget about it as she yanks down her clothes, her generous body in front of you.

She quickly mounts you and starts riding you like there's no tomorrow. When you try to buck, she slaps you in the face. Then she cums, her juices erupting over your dick.

She heads to the bathroom, comes back with a wet towel and undoes your legs, rolling you over.

Finally, you think glad to be free now that she's done.

Then you hear something sizzling. She's got a fire poker with something from her purse attached to the end of it. Then you feel heat nearing your butt.

"Oh please no!" You yell. "Please, plea--"

You're cut off the sizzling, singes into your butt cheek.
You yell in agony.

"shh shh shh." she whispers to you "It'll all be over soon."

She pulls the brand away, and snaps a picture with her phone. She brings it forward.

"There. Now everyone will know."

The picture has your butt singed red with very clear text saying

"Sandra's boytoy. If found call 212-555-1155."