EXTRACT FOR
Car Park
(Daisy Rose)

My eyes closed to a half mast and I watched in a cloud of ecstasy as the black man placed one hand on her clit and rolled the engorged clit between his fingers. Her blissful screams could be heard even though I had the volume down.



His other hand clamped down hard on her breast, covering it completely with his sheer size, he started impaling her with his impossibly large cock. Her pink pussy lips sucked his cock inside her. His fingers closed around her breast and he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he impaled her.



Her lips were opened wide, as if stuck on a perpetual state of ecstasy. I was so close. The pressure inside me was coiled so tightly that even the slightly pressure could drive me over the edge.



Then, a familiar voice growled in my ear. "Kate, what're you doing?"



Shit. 	



I stopped the video and turned slightly, just enough to side-eye the muscular man next to me.



"I umm... I'm relaxing?" I gulped.



I freed my slender finger from my wetness and turned off the damned vibrator. I looked as guilty as I felt. My pussy was soaked and my pants pooled on my ankles as I sat on the chair. The white t-shirt that I was wearing was so transparent that anyone could see the outline of my nipples, perky and sensitive to the touch as it pointed outwards, tight against the shirt.



My boyfriend blinked his beautiful piercing blue eyes once, very slowly, like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey.



"I see," he said with patient contempt, "that much is quite obvious." He looked like he had just finished one of his kitchen shifts. His white button-up shirt clung to his rippling muscles seductively. I drank him in with my eyes, enjoying the how the white fabric contrasted so deliciously with his dark skin.



My head spun the first time he had asked me out. He was out of my league in every realm. I was a geeky Science student who dressed in slacks and hoodies instead of sexy bodycon dresses and a layer of makeup. My hair was a perpetual mess and the only redeeming quality I had was my obedience when it came to following instructions.



I wasn't obedient now, however. The house was a mess and I knew that I had my punishment coming for me.



He stared at me with blank expectation that was frankly, quite frightening. The way he towered over me made me stand up in hopes of gaining some leverage, but he was still a good head taller than I was.



I looked around and tried to come up with a proper excuse to the state of the room. There was none that I knew would satisfy him. I had failed spectacularly.



He sat down on the chair and patted his thigh.



Oh boy. I'm in trouble now.



"You know what to do," he said.