I’m sitting on the edge of the bathtub, staring at my phone, about to tear my hair out. After a minute, Bowen says something too quiet to hear and lets go of her. I hope it’s over, but it’s not. The white progress bar at the bottom of the video isn’t even a quarter complete.
Bowen sidesteps around Evie on his knees, giving me a full-frontal view. I cringe in disgust. The last goddamn thing I ever want to see in my entire life is Bowen Garrison’s hard dick on my phone. He sits down with his back against the wall and I now have a clear, unobstructed view of both of them from head to toe and I’m dreading what’s coming.
He motions to her and taps his thighs. Evie crawls into his lap and a second later, he grabs her waist and jerks her down on top of his dick so hard she lets out a yelp and falls halfway over his shoulder. And when Bowen kisses her, Evie kisses him back like he’s the goddamn water of life. He’s not acting like a complete animal—at least not right now.
God, what kind of sap am I? At least it looks like he’s being nice to her…fucking disgusting.
Granted, I half expected Evie to be handcuffed in a basement with a dog chain around her neck once I realized Bowen was involved, but I still want to vomit. And now I also want to rip his dick off and feed it to him.
Bowen grabs her ass and starts rolling her back and forth on him, “Keep doing that…” he lets go of her and leans back against the wall, clasping his hands over his head while she rides him, “faster, pretty girl,” he commands, “let me see those tits bounce.”
She bucks up and down while he stares at her, groaning as her thighs smack against his and her tits hit him in the face. I audibly shudder when I hear her gasping and moaning against him.
“Goddamn, baby girl, you ride me so good.” The mere sound of his voice turns my stomach. “You sure you don’t want to invite Col over here to watch you come all over my cock?”
Are you fucking kidding me? Did he really just say that to her?
“Shut up, Bo,” Evie groans as her head rolls back.
I let out a laugh but only for a second, because he can’t shut his goddamn mouth.
He pulls her close and starts squeezing and sucking her tits, “You’d love letting him watch me play with you, wouldn’t you?” he says as he cocks his head slightly and looks at the camera again.
He stares right at it while he opens his mouth and flicks her goddamn nipples with his tongue, grinning the entire time.
God, he’s fucked up.
Her jaw drops as his hand disappears between her legs, “Watch me lick that pussy,” he hisses into her neck, “let you suffocate me while you come all over my face. We’ll put on a fucking show for him.”
Does he always talk this much when he’s fucking? Maybe Evie’s just used to hearing his bullshit all the time.
“Oh, Bo…” her whisper cracks, “faster…”
Bowen looks up at her, his bicep shaking as he works her clit, “You still glad you asked me to take your cherry tonight?” he’s talking to her but looking at the camera.
No. Fucking. Way.
I shouldn’t care. And on any other night, I wouldn’t. Evie can be with whoever she wants, whenever she wants. But Bowen Garrison is a fucking slime. She chooses him and what does he do? He broadcasts it to her brother just to be an asshole.
Evie turns his head toward her and strokes his cheek. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out except for a jumble of airy moans into his mouth. All she can do is nod while he grins up at her like the fucking Joker from Batman.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I let out a groan and cover my eyes. I can’t believe I’m hearing this and I can’t decide whether I want to scream or smash my phone. Peering through a slit in my fingers, I continue watching in horror, like I’m a fucking baby.
“You know I’ll always take care of you, baby girl,” he coos to her in his sickening drawl, “I’ve been waiting for you,” he kisses her chest, “you’re my goddess. My fucking queen. Nobody exists but you. And I’ll give you anything you want.”
At that, Evie starts humping him harder and pulls his head back so her face is hovering just above his, “I just want you, Bo,” she murmurs between breaths, “you and nobody else.”
God, no. Just no.
Bowen wraps his arm around her waist and starts thrusting his hips up, harder and faster, making her tremble on top of him, “You’re never going to leave me, are you?”
“N—no…” she gasps.
“Say it,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
“I’ll—” she presses her face against his, speaking through gasps, “I’ll never leave you.”
A grin spreads across his face, “Because you’re mine, and I’m yours, and nothing is ever going to change that.”
Oh, come on Evie, he’s a lying snake!
Bowen grabs her waist and propels forward, away from the wall. He rolls onto his knees and throws her down on her back beneath him. Eyes wide, I watch him look over his shoulder at the camera. He glances down at Evie’s hips and then shifts her a couple inches to the right, then splays out her legs, showing me her soaking wet cunt, bright rosy red from all his abuse.
Ah, I roll my eyes, the grand finale...
Bowen leans over Evie and kisses her, but my eyes are watching his right hand, and nothing else. He trails it over her thigh and then reaches for his dick. But he doesn’t start fucking her with it. He grabs around his shaft and starts tugging, rolling the condom until it comes loose, and then ditches it somewhere out of frame.
No, he fucking didn’t.
Bowen rises up, grabs her leg and looks down his shoulder like he’s getting into position. This time, he shoots the camera another depraved smile. I want to reach through the phone and shove my fist through his ass.
“Get ready, E,” he murmurs, “you’re getting it fucking deep this time.”
For Christ’s sake…
Bowen opens her wide and rams his dick inside her, completely bare. I squint my eyes shut as Evie’s muted whimpers and Bowen’s sick grunts assault my eardrums.
