"I hate you!" She screamed again. "You're a callous, self-centered son of a......." He was in her again, filling her, stroking rhythmically into her quivering core. Unable to stand it a minute longer, Daisy struggled to reach her clit with her fingers, knowing a single stroke would have her coming violently. "No." Brett caught her wrists and held her hands down on the seat, and kept her legs spread wide with his thighs in-between, allowing him to sink deep into her over and over again. The tempo of his thrusts were unfaltering and relentless, keeping Daisy at the edge of losing her mind. She knew could make her come with just his cock. He could give her an intense orgasm just from riding her at the right angle, by rubbing his cock over and over whatever spot he needed to, a random place inside her that he knew just how to locate. "I hate this, I hate what you're doing, I hate you," she sobbed, tears of frustration wetted her face and the seat beneath her cheek. Bending over her,
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