Brad getting what he wants

You hear blankets being shuffled around, probably off, and a groan of annoyance from Kayla herself.

"Ugh...what the? Brad? Oh come on, not again," you hear her complain. "I just want to sleep in!"

You hear Brad chuckle and say, "Listen babe if you want this to go faster, you gotta help me out here..."

There's a moment of near silence before you hear her groggily ask, "What do you mean? Like a handjob?"

Brad chuckles again and you feel yourself hating that little laugh of his. You hear some light slapping and wonder what it is, at least until you hear Kayla.

"Brad stop slapping my boobs with your cock, what the hell do you want?" she asks in an exasperated tone.

"Now babe it's going to take a little more than that if you want to get back to bed. How about I fuck that mouth of yours and...I get to finger you while I'm at it?" Brad lays it all out for her.

The slapping resumes, like a clock ticking for an answer. Kayla hesitantly answers.

"I...I'd rather not do any of that Brad. I'm flattered about this and all, but I'd rather you just jack off into a tissue. You can look at my tits all you want to do it..." she says.

The titty slapping with his cock continues and he replies, "Well it'll take a while, and you better believe I want to feel those tits, but for me to get off I'll have to be rough with it...plus I can't stroke it, grope you, and catch my load in a tissue. I'll have to make a mess of you that you'll have to clean up. At least if I blow my load in your mouth it's less clean up."

There's another pause before Kayla finally gives in, sort of, "Alright, but no fingering. You can touch my tits and you have to give me ample warning before you cum..."

He doesn't hesitate before he says "Deal."