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But then, something inside me snapped. I refused to let Brad continue to treat me this way. I turned around, grabbed his hard cock, and pulled him towards me.

"You want to use me like a whore, Brad?" I said, my voice low and seductive. "Then let's do it. Fuck me hard and make me scream."

Brad eyes widened with surprise, but then he grinned and pulled me towards him. "That's what I like to hear, babe," he said, his voice filled with lust.

He pushed me back onto the railing, lifted up my dress again, and thrust himself into me. I moaned loudly as he pounded into me, the sound echoing across the camp.

"Oh God, Brad," I screamed. "Yes, fuck me harder!"

Brad growled and began to move faster, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I could feel the heat building inside me, and I knew I was close to coming.

"That's it, babe," Brad said, his voice rough with desire. "Come for me. Show everyone how much of a slut you really are."

I screamed as I came, my body shaking with pleasure. Brad continued to pound into me, his own climax approaching.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," he grunted. "You're so fucking tight, babe."

And then he did. He filled me with his hot cum, and I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I had taken control of the situation and turned it to my advantage.

As we both caught our breath, I looked up at Brad and smiled. "You may think you can use me, Brad," I said. "But in the end, it's me who has the power."

Brad grinned back at me, his eyes filled with lust. "Oh, I like a girl with a little fight in her," he said. "This is going to be fun."