I stepped out of the shower dripping wet, cock still half-hard and slick from her mouth, leaving MILF M kneeling there on the tile like a broken doll.
Brothers to be honest, that was one of my best blowjobs yet. Warm, sloppy, inexperienced but eager once she got going, those soft lips stretching wide, tongue flicking the head like she was tasting something forbidden, throat fluttering when I hit the back, gagging just enough to make it feel real. I should've really put a camera in the bathroom too but no problem, because the real show's about to start on the bed.
I turned on the camera already—hidden in the corner shelf, angled perfect at the king-size mattress where she's gonna get tamed tonight. Here you can watch the video.
[Attached file]
I sat there frozen, eyes locked on the screen where Mike's latest Vault entry ended with that mocking attached video link staring back at us like a dare. My thumb hovered over it, heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat, unsure if I could actually click.
Sarah was right beside me, so close our thighs pressed together on the council-room couch, but she wasn't looking at me anymore. Her hands had fisted tight in the side of my shirt, knuckles white, fabric bunched up under her fingers like she needed something to hold onto or she'd fall apart.
Her face had gone deep red, cheeks flushed hot, lips parted, breathing coming faster now, her legs were rubbing together slowly, thighs squeezing and sliding against each other in that restless, needy way that made my stomach twist with guilt and something darker.
She must have been just as shocked as I was after reading Mike's filthy words.
"S-Sarah…?" My voice came out rough, barely above a whisper. She didn't hear me, lost somewhere deep in her own head, eyes still glued to the screen, lips trembling like she was replaying Mike's taunts in her mind.
"Sarah!"I swallowed hard, throat dry.
I reached over and shook her shoulder gently. She snapped back instantly, head whipping toward me, eyes wide and glassy, cheeks burning even hotter.
"S-sorry… I-I was…" She trailed off, voice shaking, fingers still clutching my shirt like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. She looked like she might cry.
"We don't have to keep reading if it's too much. We can stop. Seriously." I felt my stomach drop.
She shook her head fast, white-knuckled grip tightening on my shirt for a second before she suddenly let go.
"Alex… I'm sorry. I forgot I had some work." She stood up abruptly, legs unsteady, skirt riding up just enough to show the tops of her thighs pressing together again as she turned toward the door.
"Sarah, wait." I stood too, heart pounding, reaching for her arm but stopping short.
She didn't listen, just kept walking toward the door, steps quick and shaky, one hand tugging her skirt down like she suddenly remembered how short it was.
"Let's read it later." Sarah said quickly, her voice tight and unsteady as she pushed the door back open just enough to slip out. She didn't look at me just stepped through and let it close behind her with a soft click, leaving the council room suddenly too quiet.
'Why was she acting so weird?' The thought hit me hard as I stared at the closed door. Her behavior had been completely different from usual. It was clear if I when I thought about it why she was shaken, to know her Aunt and what she did, but there was something else there, something deeper and more uncomfortable that made my stomach twist with guilt just thinking about it.
I sank back onto the couch with a long, heavy sigh. Her laptop was still open, screen bright in the dim room, Mike's Vault entry frozen on that last line with the attached video link staring at me like it knew I'd crack eventually. She'd left in such a hurry she hadn't even taken it.
My mind kept circling back to the video. There was no going back once I opened it and If I didn't watch… I'd never know the full truth. I'd stay stuck in this sick limbo, imagining the worst but never confirming it, the not-knowing eating me alive just as bad as the knowing would.
I also wanted to know about Rose, why she went with that bastard Mike, why she betrayed me and this was the only way.
My cock was half hard without me realising it. I hated myself for it. Hated how my body responded even as my chest felt like it was caving in.
But I couldn't look away anymore. I steeled my heart, and clicked on the attached file.
The video started with a black screen. It was shaky at first, just darkness and muffled sounds like fabric rustling, a low curse under Mike's breath as he adjusted something. Then a flash of light—blurry, out of focus.
The frame steadied after a few seconds, and Mike stepped back into view, giving the camera a clear shot of his tanned, toned body—shirtless already, muscles flexing under the hotel room lights, sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
Of course his face was blurred out, smudged into nothing so no one could ever prove it was him but I knew it was Mike.
"Alright… is it recording?" His voice came through clear, low and cocky.
"Okay, I think it's recording." He wiped the lens one more time with his thumb, then adjusted the angle slightly, tilting it so the whole room came into frame.
"This is gonna be awesome," he whispered, almost to himself, a dark chuckle in his tone as he stepped back fully, giving the camera an unobstructed view of the space where it was all about to happen.
To be continued…
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