Daisy quivered as I kept sliding inside of her. "Oh, yes deeper! Give me all of it!" she yelled. I kept slamming my cock with some force inside of her...hot tight cunt. Then I started humping in and out and felt her moving to meet me with every thrust. I again wondered what was wrong with her husband to not be enjoying this as often as he could.I'd feel her pussy clutching my cock like it didn't want to let it go. I was a little worried I'd cum too quickly and leave her unsatisfied. I needn't. Just give both parts to a bank and they’ll honor it.”She put the money into her pocket, looked at me questioningly, “OK, why me? There are plenty of women around here who are much hotter than me.”I looked up at her. “You want to get in or maybe we should go in for a drink?”She looked around then slowly walked around the back of the car to the passenger’s door. I unlocked it and she got in, savoring the bucket seat that would hold you in solidly during a 130 mph turn. She looked at me, “So. We get to the club and its theres a lot of people. we go and find a table and on the way you watch the guys looking at me, and when we sit down you tell me that as I walked by one guy and he turned his head to look at me his girlfriend slapped him, we laughed at that and both said at the same time that it was going to be an interesting night. we started to play pool and soon had a lot of guys hanging around, that's when I asked you if you would mind if I went to dance. you said no and I looked. ?That’s it cunt, dance!? The men roared in delight as Brittney stumbled around, dragged by her tits. Brittney’s calves and thighs burned from being tugged around the room. Her breasts throbbed as they grew purple and swelled. It seemed like hours, but it was probably only a matter of minutes. Brittney cried without pause. The bald-headed man pulled her close to him and smacked his hand over her swollen tits. He tossed the end of the rope over one of the beams in the ceiling and.