"That's it, bitch," Brad told her. "That's the way to move that big ass! That's the way!"

"Oh my God," she whispered softly.

There was something exciting about the degrading position he had put her in. There was something lewd about doing it standing up, with him thrusting in from behind her. His prick seemed to fill her hot pussy as she hadn't been filled before. She felt like she was being used and she actually liked the feeling. The thought of being used by a man sent ripples of pleasure all through her body. She wanted this to last forever.

She suddenly felt him pulling his big cock out of her snatch and stepping away from her. Her first frantic thought was that he was done, that he was going to leave her hanging. But she turned her head and she saw his thick prick still waving rigidly.

"Don't stop," she begged him.

"Ahhh," Brad said. "You're not such a stuffy, proud bitch now, are you? Not after you've had a little feel of Brad's big prick. How come you're not looking at me like I'm dirt anymore?"

"Oh please," she whispered. "I don't care what you think of me. I need your cock! Don't stop!"

"Don't worry," he assured her. "I'm not going to stop. Get up on the cot and spread your pretty legs."

Now she knew what he wanted. She scrambled up on the cot and lay down on her back. She spread her pretty thighs and let him gaze directly into her wet snatch. He licked his lips. His big, meaty cock looked as if it was growing bigger.

"You've got a beautiful cunt," Brad said. "Just beautiful. It makes a man want to fuck you all day long!"