42.2-Grind

“How about we cheer you up by going to a club,” Brandy comes out of the shower again, wearing a towel, “I can get us in for free,” she flashes us her exquisite assets.

“But I’m not in the mood for that,” I say, pawing at her ass.

“No, this is the perfect idea. Come on, man. I’ll pay for drinks,” Daniel offers.

Somehow they manage to convince me, and we’ve been in line for over an hour. This adds to my already aggravated state. At least Brandy’s rubbing my cock while we wait. I still don’t want to be here; I want to get drunk and fuck.

“This is taking forever. Let’s leave,” I say when the line moves a few inches forward.

“No! This outfit is too hot not to show off,” Brandy whines.

Brandy is wearing a tight little black dress; her tits bounce with each move she makes. The bottom of it only barely covers her pussy and ass. She leans in closer, tempting me with her body.

“We can have sex on the dance floor. Nobody will notice,” she moans in my ear.

The idea intrigues me, but I don’