Life as a good little girl/Ask Mark for his phone now
From Create Your Own Story
Like a slap bringing you your senses the dripping semen brings you to your senses. Sort of.
"Mark! I need... your phone!" you gasp, reaching toward him.
Mark sneers down at you, lifting the phone as if to take a picture, taunting you. His teasing just makes you try harder to reach the phone, a futile effort with your head between your legs. All it gets you is another thick dollop of semen on your face.
"You promised!" you plead.
"No I didn't," he says, shaking his dick, sending a few drops splattering your face and hair.
"Please? I'll... We can do this again if you let me."
"You liked me fucking your ass, whore?"
"Yes! I loved it! I want to do it again sometime, but first I need to use your phone."
"Well, fine. But maybe you should stand up. You look like a stupid bimbo like that."
"Huh?" is all you can say as you blink up at him.
Rolling his eyes he reaches down, carefully avoiding the next dollop of cum that hits your lips, and yanks on your long brown hair, making you cry out in pain as your scalp is yanked farther between your legs until you lose you balance, falling with a thump onto your back. It's only as your legs flop down and stop framing your face that you realize you were still upside down.
"You are such a stupid slut," your brother says with disgust, still playing with his phone.
"I know, I know," you agree, nodding up at him and smiling in hopes of placating him. "I get really stupid when I'm horny. Even stupider than I normally am. Can I have the phone?"
"Yeah, whatever," he says like he's lost interest, and tosses the phone onto the bed.
Scrambling to your feet you rush over, snatching the phone before almost running out the door and down the hall to your new room. Dazed and horny you thrown yourself onto the bed and turn on the phone.
Life as a good little girl/Forgetting your clothes you text Tiff. Or you think you do...
