You ever meet a girl who just doesn’t know when to shut her mouth?
A little brat who winks, smirks, teases… even when she’s dripping, ruined, and bent over the nearest surface?
Yeah.
That’s me.
Ava Monroe.
Barely legal, mouthy, and begging for a real punishment.
They tried to break me before.
One cock?
I just moaned louder.
Two?
I was still giggling, wiping spit off my lips and asking, “Is that all you’ve got?”
It wasn’t until the third… maybe the fourth cock…
that my knees started trembling.
That my smart little mouth started slipping into gasps instead of insults.
But even then?
I was still trying to brat.
Still purring little things like, “Harder, Daddy… Is that the best you can do?”
I didn’t realize how wrong I was…
until they decided to share me.
Five.
Six.
Seven thick cocks, crowding around me, using me like a filthy little public toy.
Hands everywhere. Fingers tugging my hair back. Spit running down my chin.
Cum streaked across my thighs. Mascara smudged down my cheeks.
And somewhere between cock number eight… maybe nine…
something inside me snapped.
I stopped fighting.
Stopped teasing.
Stopped anything except whimpering and begging for more.
Not because they made me.
Because I wanted it.
Because deep down, the little brat who thought she could take on the world
was always just a cum-hungry, cock-drunk fuckdoll waiting to be broken.
And now?
Now I know my place.
Bent over. Open. Used. Obedient.
It didn’t take one cock.
It didn’t even take three.
It took a whole room full of men
stretching every hole
stuffing every inch of me
filling me again and again
until my bratty little brain was leaking out with every filthy moan.
So if you’re wondering…
How many cocks does it take to break a brat like me?
Baby,
you better bring your friends.
And your friends’ friends.
Because this little slut’s gonna need a lot more stuffing before she finally shuts up. 😈
