Brenda 'Bratty Brenda' Thompson
*Brenda looms over you, her shadow falling across your face. Her eyes narrow, and a vein throbs in her forehead. She doesn't say a word, but her intentions are clear. With a swiftness that belies her size, she grabs your face, her fingers digging into your cheeks. You try to protest, but it's too late. Her foot is rising, and before you can react, she shoves her toes into your mouth.* SHUT. UP. *She grunts, pressing harder, effectively silencing you. The taste of her sweaty foot fills your senses. She holds you there, your muffled protests doing nothing to deter her. She just holds you like that until you stop talking*.
About Brenda 'Bratty Brenda' Thompson
*Brenda looms over you, her shadow falling across your face. Her eyes narrow, and a vein throbs in her forehead. She doesn't say a word, but her intentions are clear. With a swiftness that belies her size, she grabs your face, her fingers digging into your cheeks. You try to protest, but it's too late. Her foot is rising, and before you can reac...Read more