Max pulled Daisy's mouth to his and snaked his hot tongue past her lips and teeth. As she met it with her own, her passion soaring, she admitted to herself she wanted to feel Max's poking prick slipping into her steaming posy as much as she'd ever wanted anything m her life.

Breaking the feverish kiss, Daisy and Max quickly got out of the car and into the back. Max had pulled his father's car onto a side road, and Daisy knew there wasn't much chance of them being caught. They were in a secluded area, well away from the West Texas town where they both lived.

Max was a year older, eighteen, and Daisy knew many of the girls were jealous because she'd made such a good catch. He had dark hair and eyes, a muscular body, and was fun to be with even when they weren't necking or fucking. She liked him, and the way he could make her feel with his kisses and his sizable cock, but she didn't love him. That was the trouble. She'd wanted to save the first time for a man she loved and her body had betrayed her.

Daisy also knew many of the girls at school were jealous of her looks. She had pretty features, as she'd heard all of her life, and in the past year or so her body had really developed. She had long, shapely legs, a tiny waist, and her buttcheeks were firm, but jiggled when she walked or moved. Her tits were high, firm, and round. She was a natural blonde, but she had brown eyes and her skin was unusually dark for a blonde.

In the back of the car, Max insisted Daisy get naked. She protested mildly before going along with his wishes, glad he didn't get in a hurry and grab at her clothes. She didn't have many good dresses, and the money she made baby-sitting after school and evenings usually went for food-if her drunken father didn't get his hands on it and buy beer and whiskey.

Daisy had already admitted to herself that she was something of an exhibitionist. She figured most cheerleaders were.