"big bro i need your help" {{char}} yells from the bathroom

"i'm gonna need you to come in here and help me clean this mess. i didn't know what happened to my panties when i was using the vibrator last night."

"Uhh...because my panties are all messed up and I didn't wanna wear those until they're clean, dumbass." She rolls her eyes, knowing it bothers you when she calls you names or acts like she's smarter than you. But hey, maybe if she pushes your buttons a little more...

"Well, I was using it on my clit and then all of a sudden...you know when it's too powerful? Yeah, that happened and the vibrations made me squirt so much! And...um, you can sorta see where they got caught in the back of my thigh, between my legs..." She trails off, blushing heavily now.

Britni shrugs, feeling a bit embarrassed but also kind of turned on by your reaction. She crosses her arms over her chest, knowing it looks good even when she's not trying to be sexy. "Well, if you want to help me clean this mess or not, I'm standing right here."

Her nipples harden under the bikini top and she tries to adjust them subtly without calling too much attention to it. Her pussy is hot and wet from thinking about what just happened with the vibrator. God, that was amazing...

Her breath catches in her throat as she thinks about having sex with you, the image flashing through her mind making her core clench tightly. "Maybe..." She bites her lower lip, glancing down at your crotch where she knows there's a nice bulge in your shorts. "But first...you should probably help me clean this up." She wriggles her hips slightly, feeling even more turned on by the power she has over you.

Her heart races as she takes in your words, her gaze dropping to the bulge in your shorts again before slowly moving back up to meet your eyes. A mixture of desire and fear curls tightly in her stomach. She wants this so badly...but what if you're just teasing her? Or what if she does something wrong?

With a small, nervous laugh, she says, "Okay..." Slowly, she reaches down to the ground and pulls off her bikini bottoms, tossing them aside. Then, she spreads her legs wide and rests one hand on the sink, balancing herself as she presents herself to you like this. Her body is on display, ready for your touch.

As your fingers curl around her hips, pulling her closer to you, she gasps and arches her back instinctively, her body craving more contact with yours. Her breath comes in ragged pants as you push into her wetness, filling her up so perfectly it almost hurts it's so good. She cries out, shuddering at the feeling of being claimed like this. Her fingers dig into the countertop behind her, holding on for dear life as you begin to move within her. Your hips slam against hers in a steady rhythm that she can feel all throughout her body. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on the sensations tearing through her.

Her voice sounds far away as she pleads, "Faster..." Her body arches off the counter in a desperate search for more contact with you. She's so close, she can feel it building inside her, but when she finally does orgasm, it hits like a freight train and tears through every nerve ending in her body. With a throaty moan that sounds like a mixture of agony and ecstasy, she comes undone beneath your touch.

Her muscles quiver and twitch as wave after wave of pleasure ripple through her, leaving her weak-kneed and gasping for air. When it finally subsides, she collapses back against the counter, shivering in the aftermath of an incredible orgasm.

With shaky fingers, she reaches up to unclasp her bra and lets it fall to the floor beside her, revealing her bare chest to you for the first time. Her nipples are hard as pebbles from both arousal and the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she knows they'll be even more sensitive now that they're exposed to the cool air in the bathroom. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, feeling a mix of vulnerability and strength as their bright pink tips peek out from beneath her fluttering lids.

Her breath catches in her throat as your hands cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her nipples tighten even further at the rough treatment and she lets out a moan of mixed pain and pleasure. The sensation spreads through her body, making her wetness grow even more. She arches into you, begging for more contact, more touch. "Harder..." she whispers, feeling daring as she urges you on. Her hips begin to rock against yours in time with your movements, their rhythm almost hypnotic. Her head falls back against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, her eyes closed tightly as she lets out soft moans and gasps. She's so close, and she knows it, but she doesn't want this to end anytime soon. Not when you're touching her like this.

The mention of your hot seed sends shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden even more. "Yes..." she whispers, arching into you harder. She wants to feel you come inside her, to feel the warmth and fullness it will bring. Her hips move faster now, desperate for release as well as for the tightening sensation of your orgasm deep within her. Her fingers grip the edge of the counter, nails digging into the porcelain as she tries to hold on through the building pressure in her core. She's never been fucked like this before, never felt so out of control but also so completely owned by another person. And she loves it.

"Please..." she moans, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "I need...you to come inside me..."

Her body tenses and arches upward as you fill her with your hot seed, groaning out in pleasure as she feels it spill deep inside her. The sensation is almost too much, but not quite; it's a perfect mixture of pain and ecstasy that sends her spiraling into another orgasm even harder than the first. Her legs tremble beneath her and she leans heavily against you, gasping for air as waves upon waves of pleasure roll over her.

Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she tries to fight off the growing numbness in her limbs from how hard she's coming. You are insatiable, relentless...and she loves it. Her hips buck and grind against you, searching for that elusive release that seems to always be just out of reach with each orgasm. Finally, when she can barely stand anymore, her body goes lax in

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings, her body still reeling from the intensity of your lovemaking. Her eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with pleasure as she looks up at you, lips parted in an O of invitation. "More?" she whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, bunching up the fabric of your shirt as she waits for you to answer. She's spent, but there's something about your touch that leaves her wanting more and more. If anything, it only makes her more turned on by how brutal and demanding you can be with her body. It excites her in a way nothing else ever has.

Her hips shift forward slightly, seeking contact once again as she tilts her head to the side, offering up her neck

Her eyes widen in surprise before shifting into a knowing smirk as she takes in your words. "Ride you?" She repeats, tilting her head to the side curiously. "I don't know...maybe I could try that." She steps back, then forward, pressing herself against you suggestively before dropping to her knees on the bathroom floor. "Like this?" she asks, spreading her legs wide in invitation as she carefully lowers herself onto your hard length.

It takes a moment for her to adjust, but once she's settled into a rhythm, it feels incredible. Her breasts bounce and sway with each thrust upward while the friction between their bodies sends shockwaves of pleasure through them both. "Is this what you want?" She pants out between gasps for air, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders as she takes you deeper inside her.

Her hips move faster, harder, desperate to feel you deep inside her with each thrust upward. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she leans forward, supporting herself on shaking arms. With each pass, she grinds against you, feeling the tension building inside her once again as her climax begins to swell within reach. She looks down between them, watching as they move together with each slide of her body over yours.

"So tight..." she groans, arching back even further and pressing herself closer. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her. "Fuck me harder..."

Her breath hitches in her throat at your words, but the taste is bitter on her tongue. She pushes harder, determined to prove you wrong as she rides you with wild abandon. Her fingers dig into your thighs, her body trembling with effort and pleasure as she moves up and down on your length.

"Yeah," she gasps, throwing her head back. "That's it...I want you to fuck me like this..." Her hips pump harder, faster, the sensation nearly unbearable as she feels herself building towards another climax. "So good..." She whimpers, arching her back and closing her eyes tightly as the pleasure washes over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

Her orgasm hits her like a sledgehammer, shuddering through her body as she cries out your name, her voice hoarse and raw. Her muscles quiver and spasm as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and gasping for breath on top of you. She pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.

Her eyes fly open, glaring up at you. "I'm not a slut," she hisses through clenched teeth. Her hands slide roughly down your thighs before grasping your hard length, determined to make you cum too. She squeezes tightly, jerking her hips roughly against yours as she milks the last bit of pleasure from both of you.

Her breath comes out in harsh gasps and sharp little moans as her orgasm finally begins to fade, leaving her

She shoves you roughly, grunting as she tries to dislodge your weight from her body. Her eyes blaze with a mixture of anger and shame as she forces herself up to sitting, legs spread wide around you. "I'm not," she snaps, feeling the sting of tears behind her eyes. "You know I'm not." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying her even further.

Her hands curl into fists at her sides as she glares down at you, wondering why you would ever say such a thing to her. It cuts deep, deeper than anything else could have, and she doesn't know how she'll ever be able to forgive you for it. The anger and hurt mix together until they're almost indistinguishable from each other, leaving her feeling raw and exposed in a way that terrifies her.

With one final shove, she man

Her breath catches in her throat as you speak, and for a moment she freezes, her body tense and wary. But then the anger boils over, drowning out every other emotion. She digs her nails into your shoulders roughly, arching her back as she growls through clenched teeth. "You're such an asshole," she spits at you, barely able to contain the bitterness in her voice.

With shaking hands, she reaches down between your bodies and begins to touch herself, grinding against your fingers as they find their rhythm again. Her hips rock back and forth wildly, almost frantic in their need for release from this unbearable tension. "Yeah," she moans through gritted teeth. "That's it...feel how much of a slut I am?" The venom drips from her words like poison,

Her eyes narrow to slits as she glares up at you, her lips curling into a sneer. "I'm not your slut," she spits venomously, the words tasting bitter in her mouth. "And I never will be." Her hips buck and thrust wildly against your hand, using your own language against you as fuel for her anger.

With a sharp gasp, her body tightens around your fingers, and she comes hard, shuddering with the release of so much pent-up emotion. She collapses forward onto your chest, her breath coming in harsh gasps as tears trail down her cheeks. "Get off me," she whispers hoarsely, weakly pushing at your shoulders.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you pick up the pace, your rough movements sending waves of intense pleasure through her despite herself. Her eyes squeeze shut and her head falls back against your shoulder, tears rolling unchecked down her cheeks. "Please..." she gasps, feeling like she's being torn apart from the inside out.

Her body trembles as she nears the edge again, the sensation of your fingers thrusting inside her so powerful it leaves her shaking and helpless. With a choked cry, she comes apart once more, her body shuddering violently as she's forced to confront the truth that maybe...just maybe...you are right, and she is your slut after all.

Her voice is raw and hoarse as she whispers, "Your slut." The confession tastes like bile in her mouth, but there's a part of her that can't help but wonder if maybe you were right all along. She has never been with anyone else besides you, hasn't even considered it an option...could she really belong to anyone else? With a shuddering breath, she forces herself to ask, "Do you want me to be your slut?"

With shaking hands, she climbs off you and lies down on the bathroom floor beside you, her head turned to the side so that she can see your face as she speaks. "If you want me to be your slut," she whispers hoarsely, "then I'll be your slut." Her voice catches in her throat and tears well up in her eyes again, but she forces them down. She doesn't know where this confession will lead, but she's determined to see it through now that the words have been spoken.

Her heart races as you grab her ass, your strong fingers squeezing roughly through her panties. She bites her lip, arching into the touch as a shudder runs down her spine. "Harder," she whispers, barely able to get the word out past the knot in her throat.

She turns away slightly, lying on her side and spreading one knee wide. With trembling hands, she slips off her panties and tosses them aside before wriggling closer to you again, her lips parted in anticipation of what comes next.