Good Influence – Part 3/3

Pairing: Dean x Claire x Alex x Sam
Warnings: Incest (Wincest, plus adopted sister x adopted sister) 
Tags: Wincest, Daddy Kink, first lesbian experience, lots of making out, voyeurism, everyone is subby af for Dean, especially Sam, Claire is a slut, Alex is a slut in training, thigh riding, oral (f and m rec) p in v, unprotected sex, belly bulge, Dean likes souvenirs 
WC: 4,724

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“Dean, you don’t think we’re taking advantage of them?” Sam and Dean moved straight to the kitchen after they’d waved Jody off. Dean pulled two beers out of the fridge and popped their tops, passing one to Sam. 

“Taking advantage?” he scoffed, shooting Sam an incredulous look. “Dude, Claire has been practically begging me for this for weeks. She’s got the hots for you little bro,” he flashed Sam a lecherous wink and Sam rolled his eyes back. 

“And that’s another thing, since when is it up to you whether or not she gets to sleep with me?” Sam leaned back against the kitchen counter, leveling his older brother with a serious, inquisitive look. 

“Since she decided that she wanted to be a good girl for her Daddy, and let me decide what’s best for her,” Dean grinned. Sam choked a little on his beer. 

“You got Claire to sub for you?” The shock was evident in his voice. He never would have believed Claire Novak, of all people, would submit to someone. The surprise dulled the sting of the revelation that Dean had someone else calling him Daddy now too. They’d always had an open relationship when it came to women, Sam and Dean both enjoyed messing around and changing things up, but Sam had always thought he was the only one who Dean let use that nickname. The disappointment must have shown on his face, because Dean moved across the room and pressed himself into Sam’s personal space. 

“You’re still my only baby boy,” Dean cooed gently, rubbing his thumb softly over Sam’s temple. “That’s never gonna change, yeah?” Sam nodded placidly, nuzzling into Dean’s palm as it carded through his hair. 

“So, Claire’s been asking to sleep with me?” A ghost of a smirk twitched on Sam’s lips. 

“Begging me for it,” Dean reiterated. “Wouldn’t shut up about it last time I fucked her.” He set his beer down on the counter and caged Sam in between his arms, slotting their hips together so he could press his thigh up between Sam’s legs. “She wants to know if you’re bigger than me,” Dean scraped his cheek against Sam’s, whispering against the shell of his ear. “Wants to know if she could take both of us at once.” 

Sam groaned into Dean’s neck, unable to keep himself from grinding over Dean’s thigh, his cock twitching in his jeans. 

“You want me to fuck her, Daddy?” Sam breathed his words against Dean’s mouth, tilting his chin forward to catch him in a teasing kiss. 

“Wanna watch you stick that big cock straight down her throat,” Dean growled, nipping at Sam’s lips. “Shut the bitch up for once.” 

“You gonna fuck her pussy while she sucks me off?” Sam dug his hands into Dean’s back pockets so he could pull their groins together, and now Sam could feel his brother’s cock hard against his own. 

“Gonna fuck her until she squirts all over Daddy’s cock,” Dean groaned heavily, bucking his hips against Sam. “Then you’re gonna suck me good and clean, would you like that, baby boy?”

“Shit,” Sam groaned, dragging his erection slow and dirty over Dean’s, their zippers catching on each other. “Want that Daddy. Want that so fucking much.” 

“Then when you’ve cleaned me up, I’m gonna stick my cock in that little virgin you deflowered in my fucking car.” Dean punctuated his words with a harsh bite to Sam’s neck, making him cry out. “Thought I wouldn’t find out about it? I could practically smell it,” Dean growled. “Bet you gave it to her nice and gentle, didn’t you Sammy? Showed her sex could be sweet, and caring? Someone’s gotta teach her how to really fuck.” Sam whined, pulling Dean’s mouth back to his and kissing him desperately. He was so close to coming in his jeans just from riding Dean’s thigh in the middle of Jody’s fucking kitchen. 

Wrapped up in his brother, Sam didn’t hear the footsteps in the hallway or Alex and Claire traipsing in with a stack of dirty dishes each. 

“Holy shit!” Claire gasped, dishes dropping loudly onto the table in her surprise. Sam and Dean broke apart, their lips sticking to each other with spit as they pulled away. Sam tried to extract himself from Dean’s arms, but his brother didn’t budge. 

“Hey ladies,” Dean grinned at Claire and Alex, who were still standing frozen in the doorway, while he continued to work his thigh against Sam’s hard-on. 

“Dean, knock it off,” Sam groaned, trying to squirm out of his grip, but that only wound up rubbing his erection more thoroughly against Dean’s jeans. 

“Nuh-uh little brother,” Dean smirked lecherously, nipping at Sam’s throat when he threw it back in a mixture of pleasure, desperation and embarrassment. “You’re not finished yet, would be rude to leave you hangin’, wouldn’t it?” 

Sam moaned, still struggling, but not with any concerted effort to break away from his brother’s touches. 

“Claire, sweetheart, c’mere,” Dean grunted, still grinding dirtily against Sam as he spoke. Claire complied quickly, moving to Dean’s side obediently and leaving Alex still hanging back nervously in the doorway. 

Sam glanced toward Alex, their eyes catching, and he saw her blush deepen even further, but he didn’t think it was from embarrassment or discomfort. It looked like the flush of arousal he so clearly remembered seeing on her face a few weeks before, when his cock had been wrapped up in the soft heat of her cunt. Unconsciously, Sam let out a little whimper, bucking against Dean harshly.  

“You gonna be a good girl for Daddy today?” Dean was asking Claire when Sam tore his attention away from Alex. 

“Yes, Daddy,” Claire nodded eagerly, biting her lip a little as her eyes roamed over Sam and Dean. Dean reached out and grabbed her chin, tilting her face up towards his own and smirking down at her.

“Take that top off for me, baby girl. Show Sammy your tits,” Dean directed, dropping a quick kiss to Claire’s lips before releasing her, so she could follow his instructions. 

“Like this, Daddy?” Claire asked innocently, pulling her t-shirt over her head to expose her lacy black bra. She pulled the cups down to expose her breasts and pinched her nipples a little, getting the small pink nubs to stand more sharply out from her chest. 

“So pretty, baby girl,” Dean nodded approvingly. “She’s real pretty, isn’t she Sammy?” Sam nodded mutely, his words stuck in his throat and eyes glued to Claire’s flushed chest. “Tell her what you want to do to her,” Dean smirked, reaching down to rub over the front of Sam’s jeans, squeezing his cock through the denim. 

“Fuck,” Sam bit the inside of his lip, hoping to distract himself with enough pain that he wouldn’t cum in his jeans like a teenager in front of two actual teenagers.

“You wanna fuck me, Sam?” Claire smiled up at him teasingly, her fingers still playing with her nipples. “I want you to fuck me.” She closed her eyes, moaning a little as she dropped her hands to the waist of her jeans and began unbuttoning them. “Daddy said you could if I was a good girl.” 

“Have you been a good girl, Claire?” Sam asked skeptically, brow arched. 

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded, smiling and chewing on her lower lip to make it all puffy and wet. 

“What do you think, Alex?” Sam surprised himself with the question, but his eyes had caught sight of her standing in the doorway, looking very clearly nervous, and he wanted to get her involved. Especially because the idea of watching Dean fucking ruin her was unbelievably hot. “Has Claire been good lately?” 

“Um,” Alex stuttered, blushing hard, and tucking her hair behind her ears just for something to do with her hands. “She hasn’t snuck out the past two weeks,” Alex offered, unsure if that’s what Sam was looking for. 

“That is good, baby girl,” Dean cooed at Claire, condescending but proud. He stepped away from Sam, leaving his little brother’s hips jerking forward, not wanting to lose the contact, but Dean ignored him and went over to Claire instead. Dean flicked her long, blonde hair back over her shoulder as he walked around her, pressing himself against her back and meeting Sam’s eyes over her head with a wicked grin. 

“Alex,” Dean called back to the youngest girl without looking behind him, keeping his eyes firmly on Sam’s, “why don’t you come over here and give my brother a kiss?” 

Sam gulped, breath coming into his lungs short and sharp, and he felt his dick twitch at the sheer dominance that was radiating off of Dean right now. Alex walked forward hesitantly, eyes darting over Claire’s half naked body as she passed, Dean’s hands kneading Claire’s tits under his fingers. Sam saw the small shudder that ran through Alex at the sight, and he wondered what caused it. Desire to be where Claire was? Or desire to be where Dean was? Sam had known Claire swung in all manner of directions, just like he did, but he hadn’t asked Alex if she ever thought about more than just men. An image of Alex and Claire together sprang into his mind and Sam felt his knees buckle against each other in a moment of weakness. Fuck, he wanted to see that, if they were into it. 

Alex had reached him now, and Sam looked down at her with a gentle smile, encouraging and warm. She smiled back at him, placing her hands on his chest and pressing up to her tiptoes to give Sam a soft kiss. Sam wound his arms around her, pulling her small frame into his body tightly as he slipped his tongue out of his mouth and teased it across her lips, feeling her open willingly beneath him. Sam’s kiss was all consuming, passionate and confident but not desperate – not yet, anyway. 

“Aw, look at that,” Dean’s voice broke through the silence that had settled in the kitchen, as Sam pulled back from Alex sharply, leaving her gasping against his neck. Sam’s eyes darted to Dean’s over the top of her head. “My little bro and your little sister,” Dean stage whispered against Claire’s ear, and she grinned at them from her place in Dean’s arms. “They make a sweet couple don’t they?” 

“Very cute,” Claire agreed, her words taking on the same mocking tone as Dean’s. 

“Spin her around, Sammy. Wanna get a good look at her,” Dean instructed. 

Sam turned Alex around in his arms, so they were now mirroring Dean and Claire, with Sam’s arms tucked around her waist, cradling her back against his chest. Alex ducked her head, embarrassed under the attention but Sam pulled her chin back up, petting across her hair lightly in comfort. 

“It’s okay, baby. Let them look at what a beautiful girl I got.” Sam couldn’t help himself, showing her off like this. He wanted Dean to be proud of him for sleeping with such a cute, innocent thing like Alex. He wanted to show her off; wanted to show Dean what he’s taught her. 

“Well, we can’t see much of her right now, can we?” Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam, clearly indicating that he wanted Sam to strip Alex down for him. Sam dropped his hands to the hem of Alex’s shirt, running the soft grain of the cotton through his fingers while he ducked his lips down to her ear. 

“Can I take this off for them, baby?” he checked, and when he felt Alex nod, he lifted the material up and over her head. Her dark hair fanned out over her shoulders when the top came off, and Sam loved how it looked framing her milky white skin. He brought his hands up to the back of her bra and paused for a moment, giving Alex the chance to protest, but when she didn’t he pushed the hooks together to undo the clasp, and let the material drop to the ground, leaving her chest bare for Dean and Claire to admire. 

“Well ain’t you a pretty little thing?” Dean grinned, unhooking Claire’s bra now and tossing it to the ground. “Do you want to touch her, baby girl?” Dean asked, his lips against Claire’s neck, teeth jumping out to give her a little love bite, and Claire nodded eagerly. Dean walked Claire forward, keeping his hips pressed flush with hers the whole time. They stopped just in front of Alex and Sam, the older siblings bracketing the younger ones against the counter. 

Sam reached out and took one of Claire’s hands in his, guiding it slowly to Alex’s chest and laying her fingers against the bare flesh. Alex’s eyes fluttered closed, and her head fell back against Sam’s chest, mouth parting in a small sigh as Claire brought her other hand up to touch Alex as well. Sam watched Claire’s small fingers teasing across Alex’s breasts and couldn’t help tugging Alex’s hips back against his, needing more pressure on his erection which had gone too long being neglected at this point. 

“Why don’t you give Claire a kiss too, Alex?” Dean pressed Claire a little closer to the younger girl, Claire’s hands traced up Alex’s body and wrapped behind her neck. 

“You can touch me,” Claire said, nodding at Alex’s hands, which were hovering nervously around her waist. Alex swallowed a little and nodded, more to herself, Sam thought, then she brought her hands up to Claire’s shoulders. Sam reached out and covered Alex’s hands with his own, dragging them down over Claire’s breasts and squeezing tightly, wedging his fingers between Alex’s so he could touch Claire’s skin too. 

Claire groaned happily, arching her chest into their hands, and Dean pressed her body even closer into Sam and Alex. Sam ground himself harshly against the small of Alex’s back, searching for some modicum of relief. It pushed the girls chest to chest as he did, so now their tits were rubbing against each other in the centre of the mass of bodies. Claire leaned in and broke the stalemate, sliding her lips over Alex’s dominantly and tangling her hands in her dark hair. Sam could see their tongues shifting together every time Claire pulled herself back, teasing. 

“Fuck, it’s always better live,” Dean groaned, wicked smile on his face. Sam saw his hands disappear behind him, and he wasn’t surprised when Dean pulled out his phone. God knows how many photos of Sam he’d taken in compromising positions. Sam wondered how many he had of Claire, too. The flash went off above their heads as Dean took a birds-eye-view of the girls making out between them. Alex’s hips had started to squirm back against Sam, and Claire’s hands had migrated to his chest, trapping Alex against his body. 

Phone now discarded or returned to Dean’s pocket, Sam hadn’t seen what he’d done with it, too distracted by the girls writhing against him, Dean’s hands now found their way to the back of Sam’s neck, pulling his face around to look at his older brother. Knowing what Dean wanted, Sam leaned forward and let Dean capture his own lips in a kiss, their mouths mirroring what was happening about a foot below them. Dean pushed his fingers into Sam’s hair and tugged harshly, pulling a whine out of Sam that he was too turned on to be ashamed of. 

“Fuck, Dean, please,” Sam grunted, teeth clenched shut as Dean pulled back from their kiss, his own teeth locked tightly in Sam’s lower lip; predatory, and way too gleeful. 

“I think it’s time we move this somewhere a little more comfortable,” Dean laughed, pulling Claire off of Alex with a cute little whimper. Alex landed back against Sam panting, snuggling into Sam’s embrace when he wrapped his arms around her once more. 

“That was so fuckin’ hot, sweetie,” Sam whispered the praise in her ear, and gave her neck a little kiss. “Can’t wait to see them take you apart.” 

Dean had a slightly different goal to Sam’s, however. 

Sam’s sense of time evaporated some time between his first orgasm and Claire and Alex’s fourth. 

Once they’d moved into the bedroom, Dean had been kind enough to let Sam cum down Claire’s throat, and it hadn’t taken him long. Claire was on her knees before Sam had even gotten his jeans down, and the second her lips were sucking on the tip of his cock he hadn’t been able to resist wrapping his hands in her hair and fucking her face just like Dean had told him he’d wanted. 

Dean had pulled Alex down onto his lap, shimmying her jeans down before spreading her legs on either side of his, holding her open and bare on top of him. He gave her his phone to record Sam and Claire, freeing up his hands to play between her legs, running his fingers through the slick that was very clearly beginning to drip out of her. 

“Think you can handle that?” Dean had asked Alex while they watched Sam bury himself in Claire’s throat. One of his hands crept up her body to circle gently around her neck. 

“I–” Alex sucked in a breath when Dean’s fingers tightened briefly over her veins. “I wanna try,” she admitted. When Sam had heard that he’d looked up to Alex, spread wantonly across his big brother’s lap, phone still recording their homemade porno, her eyes locked on his dick, still pistoning in and out of Claire, her lips puffy and dripping; and he came hot and hard down her throat. 

Now, Claire and Alex were each straddling one of his legs, their pussies grinding wetly over the thick muscles of his thighs. Sam’s wrists were bound over his head with Dean’s belt, and Dean was circling around the trio on the bed, jeans hanging low and open on his hips without his belt to keep them up. His phone was out and recording again, egging the girls on, taking turns zooming in on their blissed out faces. Their tits bounced temptingly, and they left trails of slick in streaks on Sam’s legs. 

“How’s it feel to have these two little sluts using you to get off, Sammy?” Dean waved his phone in Sam’s face, getting a close up of what Sam was sure was an expression of unfettered bliss. “Daddy get you some good little whores to play with?” 

“Fuck, yes,” Sam groaned, hips bucking uselessly into the thin air that surrounded his dick. 

After Alex had suckled him back to hardness, neither of the girls had been allowed to touch his cock – much to Sam and Claire’s annoyance. Dean had made Claire and Alex get each other off, leaving Sam to sit on his own, not allowed to play with himself or anyone else. The sight of Dean with his head between Claire’s legs, showing Alex exactly how to eat a girl out so good she screams, had been torture to Sam. Scorching, sinful, fucking hot torture. 

“Please, Daddy,” Sam whined, hips jerking again into emptiness, the movement of his legs jarring Claire and Alex into whimpers as their clits caught on his skin. 

“Please, Daddy,” Claire echoed Sam loudly, hips pulsing quickly over Sam. “Wanna cum Daddy, please.” 

“Go ahead, baby girl,” Dean leaned forward and gave Claire a quick kiss on the forehead, his tenderness clashing with the debauchery of the scene, and sending another surge of burning arousal to Sam’s groin. “Gotta get you nice and wet for Daddy’s cock, yeah?” 

Sam’s eyes dropped to Dean’s crotch, where finally, he was reaching into his clothes and pulling his cock free. It was stone hard, veins jutting out against the skin angry and purple, trailing up to the slick, red crown that was begging to be sucked. Sam craned his head towards the member unconsciously, and Dean grinned down at him in delight. 

“You hungry for a little cock after all this pussy, baby boy?” Dean dropped his knees to the bed and shuffled so he could tap his cock against Sam’s mouth, which was open and begging desperately to be filled. 

“Shit, you guys are so hot together,” Claire whimpered, her grinding on top of Sam starting to stutter, but she pushed herself to keep going. 

“Yeah? You like watching my baby brother suck on his Daddy’s cock, princess?” Dean slipped the head of his dick past Sam’s lips and he latched on reflexively, his tongue curling under the head to fit it against the top of his palette, pulling Dean’s cock into a soft, wet home. “You gonna cum watching me fuck him?” Dean started to thrust shallowly in and out of Sam’s mouth, his cock dragging against Sam’s cheek with every stroke. 

“Fuck, yes, Daddy, yes I’m cumming, I’m cu–” Claire’s words choked off in her throat as she pressed herself harder against Sam’s thigh, shaking as she came. He could feel her pussy spasming against him, could feel the slick of her orgasm dripping out of her and down his thigh. 

“Good girl, baby,” Dean stroked the back of her head comfortingly, phone left on the bed covers for the moment, forgotten. “Why don’t you help get your sister off?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” Claire sighed, still recovering from her pleasure. She climbed off of Sam’s leg shakily and crawled over to Alex, straddling Sam’s body in reverse and ducking down to get her head between the girl’s legs. 

“Oh fuck, Claire,” Alex moaned, her hands going to Claire’s head to pull her in closer. Sam could feel Claire’s tongue lapping at Alex’s clit enthusiastically. “Fuck, you’re so good at that.” 

Claire encouraged Alex to sit taller on her knees, and she snaked her fingers between her legs and got two up inside her. 

“Fuck my hand, Ally, c’mon,” Claire urged, before diving back in with her tongue. Alex did as she was told, bouncing on Claire’s fingers, eyelids drooping in pleasure. Sam felt his dick give an aborted twitch as he watched her spiral closer to her edge, Dean’s cock still fucking lazily into his mouth. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, yes…” Alex whimpered, her hips convulsing as she came under Claire’s capable hands. 

“Shit, she looks so wet,” Dean groaned, eyes fixed on Alex’s pussy. “She get your hand all messy, baby girl?” Claire nodded in response to Dean’s question, pulling out her fingers slowly. “Sammy, I think you should help Claire with that.” Dean pulled his cock out of Sam’s mouth and Sam gasped, able to breathe a little better now. 

Claire moved herself up Sam’s torso, sliding over his dick and pulling a moan out of him. She dropped her glistening fingers to his lips and Sam sucked them in eagerly, devouring the sharp taste of Alex’s pleasure from her sister’s hand. Claire ground her pussy on top of Sam’s cock, coating him in her own slick while he cleaned her hand and arm with his tongue. 

“Daddy, I want to fuck him,” Claire whined petulantly, twisting herself over the head of Sam’s cock and making him groan.

“Well, what does Sammy want?” Dean asked, like he didn’t already know. Sam knew he just wanted to hear him beg – and he wasn’t above that. 

“Let me fuck her Daddy,” he hissed, bucking his hips against Claire’s core. “Wanna ruin your baby girl f’you. Stretch out her tight little cunt just for you, Daddy,” Sam begged. He needed to be inside something, now. 

“Fuck her good, baby boy,” Dean granted his permission, “make Daddy proud.” Claire reached down between them, Sam’s hands still tied above his head, and grabbed his dick, running the head against her pussy a few times before teasing him inside. Once the head of his cock was in she sank herself back, whining high and loud as she spread herself wide on his dick. “Your cunt looks so fucking good all stretched out like that, baby girl.” Dean admired the view. 

Claire fucked herself on Sam happily, burying her head in his shoulder as she rolled her hips back on his cock, obviously showing off for Dean. Sam lifted his head to watch her ass bouncing on his lap and saw Dean bending Alex over onto her hands and knees while he positioned himself behind her. Alex peeked up at him through her hair, flushed and messy looking but so fucking pretty. Sam’s hips bucked up off the bed, pushing a startled moan from Claire’s lips. Then Alex cried out, head dropping to the mattress and her ass pushing back against Dean, who had just slid his cock inside of her. 

“Oh, God,” she pressed herself back on his cock hungrily, looking back up to Sam as she did. Her eyes were hooded, her lips dropped open so Sam could see the glint of her tongue catching the light. 

“Shit, you’re fucking tight,” Dean grunted as he started to fuck Alex, hips slapping against hers loudly in the room. 

“Feels so full,” Alex whimpered, eyes locked with Sam’s as Dean fucked her. 

“That’s right, baby girl,” Dean snapped his hips forward, punctuating his words. “Gonna fill you right up.” Dean grabbed her hair and yanked Alex off her hands so she was just on her knees, resting back against his chest. Sam could see the motion of Dean’s cock poking at the base of her stomach. “Gonna cum so hard inside you, you feel it all the way up here,” Dean laid his hand over the spot Sam’s eyes were fixed on, where Sam knew he must be able to feel his dick through Alex’s body. 

“Oh my god, please, Daddy,” Alex moaned, and Sam felt himself buck even harder into Claire at the words. Alex hadn’t called Dean ‘Daddy’ before, and after a moment Sam realised she wasn’t now, either. She was talking to him. Her eyes hadn’t left Sam this entire time. 

“Oh fuck, baby girl,” Sam  thrust himself harder into Claire, but his attention stayed glued on Alex. “You’re doing so good for me, baby, look so hot letting Dean fuck you like that.” 

“Daddy, please,” Alex moaned again, fingers clutching at Dean’s arm as he fucked into her harshly. 

“I know you wanna cum baby, just hold on for Daddy, just a little longer,” Sam panted, his own head falling back to alleviate the strain on his neck. “Fuck, Claire, do that again,” Sam squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the feel of Claire squeezing her cunt around his dick. 

“You want to cum baby boy?” Dean called from across the sea of limbs between them, and Sam could hear the smirk in his voice, even if he couldn’t see it. 

“Please Daddy, fuck, gonna–” Sam held himself back, biting the inside of his cheek, not wanting to cum without permission. 

“Open your eyes Sam,” Dean barked, and Sam’s eyes flew open, and he leaned to the side so he could look at Dean and Alex again. “You’re gonna cum with your girl, you got that?” 

“What about me Daddy?” Claire whined, probably starting to tire on top of Sam. 

“Shut up and wait your turn, slut,” he growled at her before turning his attention back to Alex. His fingers drifted down between her legs, and he circled one finger slowly around her clit as he thrust into her. “You gonna cum on my cock, sweetheart? Be a good girl and squirt all over me for your Daddy, huh?” 

“Oh fuck, please Daddy, please,” Alex was close to sobbing now, waiting for Sam to give her permission to break. 

“Cum for Dean, pretty girl, cum for Daddy.” Sam groaned, keeping his eyes fixed on Alex’s face and watching as she twisted apart in Dean’s arms until he couldn’t stand to keep his eyes open any longer, crushing them closed against his own pleasure. He felt himself shoot, hot and wet, inside of Claire, and heard her moan as she felt his cum start to drip out between her legs.

“Please can I cum, Daddy, please?” Claire whined, still fucking back on Sam’s increasingly sensitive dick. Dean leaned across Alex and slapped Claire’s rear sharply, making her squeeze around Sam and causing him to issue a pained groan. 

“I told you to wait your turn, bitch,” Dean grunted as he pulled out of Alex. “Pick that phone up, you’re gonna watch me fuck Sammy, and maybe, if you’re good, I’ll let you make yourself cum to the video later.”