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With a smirk, Brooke pulls her shirt back over her head, and resumes watching the movie. Richard looks at her, his cock still rock hard, with disbelief. "Are you really-" he starts to ask.

"Yes," she replies confidently, cutting him off. Sensing the perfect opportunity to come back downstairs, Dean loudly closes the door to his room and walks back to the living room to meet them.

"Hey guys, been enjoying yourselves?" Dean asks. Richard is sitting on the couch, a pillow over his lap to cover his unfulfilled erection with a frustrated look on his face. By constrast, Brooke is smiling widely and sits comfortably, snuggling up to Dean as soon as he sits down on the couch.

"Immensly," Brooke answers for herself, ignoring Richard who stays silent. Dean grins, and pulls Brooke in close to him, giving her a quick kiss. Richard has **** put to watch in hidden frustration at their display of affection. Dean pulls Brooke up almost onto his lap, and her new position pulls up the shirt just enough to give Richard a peek at her shaven pussy.

Richard watches the rest of the movie uncomfortably, never removing the pillow from his lap, glancing over often at the pair as they giggle and kiss repeatedly, Dean's hand moves down to grope her tight ass, in full view of Richard's gaze as they pretend to be interested in the movie. After the movie ends, Dean stands up, helping Brooke along with him, and says, "Well, that wasn't a bad movie, even though I missed half of it. Time to head to bed. Night Richard," Richard just grunts in return, watching Dean and Brooke leave, his eyes glued on Brooke. He has a perfect view of Dean whispering something into Brooke's ear, followed by him slapping her on the ass, making her gasp, as he follows her quickly up the stairs.

Dean makes sure to leave the door more than a little cracked open and positions Brooke carefully so she can clearly be seen from the doorway as he bends her over and goes to town. Both of them have been teasing each other for a while now, and they launch into it with no additional foreplay, and within seconds, Dean is pounding Brooke from behind, pulling her hair and making her perfect tits sway widly with each thrust. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, baby!" Brooke moans, not trying to be quiet in the slightest.

"Tell me you're my little fucktoy," Dean says to her, slapping her perfect ass as he talks.

"I'm you're little fucktoy!" She screams. "Use me baby! I'm yours to fuck whenever you want!" She says, really getting into it. Dean grins wide, he may not have Richard's big cock, but between this and Brooke refusing to return the favor earlier, they have very clearly reestablished the pecking order, with Dean solidly on top. After giving her another orgasm, Dean roughly positions Brooke onto her knees, giving Richard a clear view of him painting her face with with his cum. As he moans, he can almost hear another male voice, muffled, join his own, followed by a quiet scittering, like someone trying to sneak down the hallway.

After a quick wipe down, Brooke and Dean collapse on the bed, exhausted and satisfied, falling into a deep sleep in each other's arms. Down the hallway, Richard lies away, pumping his cock to porn, frustratingly flipping through videos. After getting a taste of Brooke's mouth, porn just doesn't satisfy anymore. He closes his phone in anger and frustration and tries to go to sleep, his cock still throbbing. After hours of tossing and turning, he finally managed to get some fitful sleep.