" He said, thrusting hard. I couldn't hear anything except the pounding of his balls against my pussy, and my screams. He pounded my pussy for another...minute before rolling me down, letting me lie on the bed. He then picked up my legs - and still kneeling - began to pound me again. "Missionary," he muttered to me, making sure I knew what was going on. I began rubbing my own breasts and Nick put down my legs so he could rub my clit as well. It felt so good. "Mm," I moaned, feeling my eyes roll. As he is leaving the bathroom, she is coming in, still bare-breasted and in just her panties.“Sure, dear!” comes from the kitchen. Mike makes another hasty retreat towards the kitchen, glaring at her as she pops into the bathroom.When she comes out, her hair still wet but at least clothed in tight shorts and a tee that doesn’t quite reach her belly button. She’s teasing him with a bare midriff between her navel and several inches down, to the top of her shorts. This is appropriate, he thinks?. "Wait," I tell her and flip her onto her back, using my arms to pin her legs back and high so that I can drive my cock deep into her tunnel.I need to feel her pussy contracting around my shaft, drawing us both toward release. She claws at my back and buttocks, urging me to plunge into her depths. I feel her orgasm start, her spasms pulling at my cock. Annie is crying out, begging me to fill her pussy with my hot spunk.I can't resist, can’t hold back anymore, and I pump my cream into her. ?...some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused....?. As much as she had mentally prepared herself for an ordeal at this club, and had felt she was ready, not having an ordeal at all was better. She was allowed to just do what she wanted - so she didn’t have to do anything, really. She smiled to herself as she looked over to Miss Alt’s table. ?...sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree...? Miss Alt, perhaps sensing her glance, looked at her expressionlessly.