"Who's a little loser? You are. Yes, you. You're a silly little loser."
The cutesy baby talk whispers did wonders for getting Kara Lynn Joyce in the frame of mind Amanda Beard wanted her. Down, down, down into the deepest pits of an Olympic swimmer's fears... and turn-ons she'd trained in the wet bimbo.
If you asked a normal person, it made no sense for Amanda to sabotage the career of a teammate, especially when they swam in the same relay. But sometimes, it wasn't about sense. It was about power. The thrill of making up-and-comer Kara moan and cum her brains out in the water to another painful loss. Watching her play with her tits and finger her cunt beneath the surface while cameras snapped pics of good and gracious Amanda 'consoling' her loser teammate.
"That's it Kara. Let it aaaall out."
"I'm a failure slut," Kara spouted unbidden, bringing a dirty smirk to Amanda's lips. "I can't swim for shit."
"No, you can't. And that's okay. Who cares about a gold medal when people can laugh at you for cumming in last?"
Kara gripped the red lane line as a fresh orgasm creamed the inside of her skintight suit. With it, went another ounce of her strength. Not the muscles themselves, but access. Awareness of her limits shrank. Set the bar lower, inflating her time by another couple milliseconds - a gap as good as minutes in the dead heat of an Olympic race.
"God, I suck," Kara mumbled. "I suck so hard."
"Yes you do. Now go out there and let everyone in the world know it."
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"Who's a little loser? You are. Yes, you. You're a silly little loser."
The cutesy baby talk whispers did wonders for getting Kara Lynn Joyce in the frame of mind Amanda Beard wanted her. Down, down, down into the deepest pits of an Olympic swimmer's fears... and turn-ons she'd trained in the wet bimbo.
If you asked a normal person, it made no sense for Amanda to sabotage the career of a teammate, especially when they swam in the same relay. But sometimes, it wasn't about sense. It was about power. The thrill of making up-and-comer Kara moan and cum her brains out in the water to another painful loss. Watching her play with her tits and finger her cunt beneath the surface while cameras snapped pics of good and gracious Amanda 'consoling' her loser teammate.
"That's it Kara. Let it aaaall out."
"I'm a failure slut," Kara spouted unbidden, bringing a dirty smirk to Amanda's lips. "I can't swim for shit."
"No, you can't. And that's okay. Who cares about a gold medal when people can laugh at you for cumming in last?"
Kara gripped the red lane line as a fresh orgasm creamed the inside of her skintight suit. With it, went another ounce of her strength. Not the muscles themselves, but access. Awareness of her limits shrank. Set the bar lower, inflating her time by another couple milliseconds - a gap as good as minutes in the dead heat of an Olympic race.
"God, I suck," Kara mumbled. "I suck so hard."
"Yes you do. Now go out there and let everyone in the world know it."