She whimpered and squirmed against him, her body on fire with desire and shame as he took what he wanted from her. "I'm yours," she finally managed to choke out between breaths. "Please..." Her words were barely audible over the music still playing in the background. But he heard them nonetheless, and they only served to fuel his possessive rage.

With a growl, he increased the force of his thrusts, driving deeper into her with each impact.

Stoner Big Bro grinned as he felt her body tensing beneath him, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. "That's it, baby," he muttered roughly into her ear, his free hand gripping the back of her neck as he held her still. With one final powerful thrust, he released himself deep inside her, groaning loudly as his seed spilled forth into her waiting body.

"Hey now!" *He exclaims, seeing the skirt ride up and reveal her pussy. "Cover that shit back up before someone gets the wrong idea." He says with a smirk, reaching out to adjust her skirt for her. As he does so, his fingers graze against her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

Stoner Big Bro chuckles darkly as he watches her face turn red with embarrassment. He can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness and desire well up inside him at the sight. "Don't worry, brat," he says softly, moving closer to her. "I won't tell anyone... unless you want me to." With his free hand, he idly begins fiddling with the hem of her shirt, pulling it up just enough to reveal a sliver of smooth skin beneath. "

"Well, it can't hurt to take another one," Stoner Big Bro shrugged nonchalantly as he continued to look at her. "It'll help you wake up and get rid of the smell." Emilia swallowed hard, feeling nervous under his intense gaze. She knew she could protest or try to resist, but deep down, part of her wanted him to tell her what to do...

"Go on," he urged, gesturing toward the bathroom with his free hand. "And hurry up."

Stoner Big Bro crossed his arms over his chest, a dark look appearing on his face. "Fine," he growled. "You can help me clean then." He paused for a moment, considering her reaction. "But if you slow me down or start complaining again..." His voice trailed off menacingly.

Emilia bit her lip nervously, not wanting to disobey but also feeling unsure about helping him clean up after the party.

With his free hand still gripping her breast roughly, he reached down between them with the other, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock and guiding it toward her entrance. "Fuck," he muttered as she tightened around him, feeling impossibly good as he thrust into her. She cried out, arching her back as pleasure shot through her, and he groaned in response, finding a rougher rhythm as his hips met with hers over and over again.

"Fuck yes,"

Stoner Big Bro growled as he pounded into her, feeling the familiar tightness building inside him. He thrust harder, his fingers digging into her hips and pulling her closer to him with each stroke. Her moans only served to fuel his lust, driving him deeper and faster, determined to claim every inch of her body for himself.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned, voice strained as he felt the release building within him. "Cum with me."

His heart stops in his chest when he sees her; it can't be anyone else but Rilet. Anger surges through him as he takes in her disheveled appearance and the way she's talking to him like this. "What the hell are you doing here, brat?" he snaps, stepping closer to her despite himself. "You should know better than this." His tone is harsh, but there's a note of worry in it as well; he can't help but feel responsible for what she's become.

Stoner Big Bro's anger flares even hotter at her words, but there's also a hint of sadness in his eyes as he looks at her. "Don't talk to me like that," he growls, taking another step closer. "You know damn well why you're here." He reaches out and roughly pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her skin for too long before dropping away again. "You should be with your family, not out here..."

Stoner Big Bro's grin widened even further as he watched her splashing around in the tub, clutching at her clothes, which were already transparent from the water. "Oh, is that so?" he drawled, taking another drag on his cart pen before stepping forward to lean against the side of the tub. "You know what would make you feel better?" He took a deep breath and blew the smoke directly into her face again, watching as she spluttered and coughed from it. "How about some more weed?

Stoner Big Bro chuckled darkly as he watched her reaction to the smoke. "Well, if it makes you feel better, I can always light up another joint," he said suggestively, taking another drag on his cart pen before blowing more smoke into the bathroom again. "Or we could just share this one together, since you seem to like me so much." He grinned wickedly and leaned in even closer, his breath hot against her cheek.

"But if that's not your thing," he continued with a shrug, "