Sarah’s didn’t have the luxury of getting the lay of the room before her Bro was awake. Brad, it seemed, was an early riser, at least by frat boy standards. He was up and wearing shorts, fiddling with his phone, but Sarah could already see an erection starting to form. “Come here, slut. I was just reviewing your performance yesterday.”
Sarah bowed her head and approached, feeling as submissive and meek as ever, despite her slight height advantage on Brad. He possessively wrapped an arm around her once she was next to him, resting his hand on her breast, and held out the phone for her to see. Indeed, Sarah saw herself from the day before, in full video glory, as she slowly came to a stop, fell to her hands and knees, and waited for her conqueror to come and claim her. Seeing the events playing out again before her eyes brought back all the feelings from the day before. Shame, arousal, that submissive weakness, and the intense, intense pleasure that finally came when she accepted her role as a DKM cumdump.
Brad put away his phone. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen four girls more desperate to become DKM sluts. And after such confidence back at the bar. Undress.” Sarah complied without thinking, “And here you are, back again so soon. Window.” He pointed, and Sarah moved to the window, staring out at the lazy morning crowd walking up and down the beach. She felt Brad move behind her, a hand on her upper back pressing her against the glass, her breasts clearly visible to anybody looking up from below.
“Why did you come back to me this morning, Sarah?” She could feel his erection through his shorts, pressed up against her ass as he stood behind her. “I, I needed more of your DKM cock.” She answered, reflexively, eliciting a chuckle from the Bro. “Oh, I know that much. And you’ll get it. But you and your sisters didn’t just come here for another fuck. The truth, slut.”
Sarah moaned aloud against the window. She couldn’t give up Lisa’s plan, could she? Just because some douchebag Bro was pushing her buttons, and pushing her against the window, and pushing his big cock against her ass, and tracing his finger along the initials he’d painted onto her back the day before…
“Tell me everything,” Brad whispered into her ear as she heard his shorts hit the ground, and felt his cock line up against her entrance, “Or would you rather scream it?”
Sarah bit her lip, considered for a moment, then shoved her hips back, pushing his firm cock into her hungry pussy. “Okay. We wouldn’t stand a chance against you anyway.”
Brad smiled and listened to her story as he slowly began pumping in and out.
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