Yet her mind was torn. She knew that she was wet for him, despite the fact that she wanted to draw her knife and cut his bull-necked throat. Neverthel...ss, what she thought or felt about the matter was beside the point. This disgusting, Viking-like bastard was going to have his way with her whether she liked it or not, and she had no choice but to withdraw into her own mind and pray that he didn’t injure her too badly in the process. The brute seemed about to take his pleasure, but then,. Her tits were really the only thing. Perhaps her pouting lips that I was just aching to fuck. Or perhaps her pretty face. "Her smile," I said lamely. "You want to marry a smile," he said. He was silent for a moment waiting for me to offer something more. "Her personality," I said. He smiled and leaned forward. "She won't put out will she," he said. "Not before marriage."Something in the way he said this disarmed me. It was almost as if this was a problem to which he had the solution. "It won't. She’d seen some of the stuff he shot and it was amateurish in the extreme. But that wasn’t the point. The hidden video cameras scattered all around the studio and dressing rooms were what really mattered. The camera in Daly’s hand was simply a means to an end. Her head jerked back to the action. ‘Harder!’ the onscreen blonde was grunting. Daly was raised up on one knee now, and his shaved balls bouncing lewdly across her wet labial lips. His large black hands left the woman’s white hips and. Her fingers dance across her clit touching the opening to her hole. Sliding in to feel the moisture and the heat. Her need, her desire to have him grew. Pushing one finger all the way inside she felt her soft walls covered in wetness. Sliding in and out she sought out that spot that he always managed to hit. His eyes buried in her as she wished his cock were. Resisting no more she had to have more. Plunging two fingers deep inside her she thrust her hips up to meet them and began to ride her.