Daisy watches her coworker heat things up, too

Daisy wasn't the only one getting a little wild on the dance floor. Even while the linebacker was kissing her neck (he was definitely going to leave a hickey or two), she could see Sammie and her beau getting into the heat of the action. "Holy shit," she muttered, amazed that she got to enjoy this vision on both sides of the spectrum.

"Yeah, you like how hard that dick is for you?" the linebacker whispered in her ear.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah I fucking do," she said. That made him swell up in her hand.

To her astonishment, Sammie's partner's head was moving lower and lower down her chest. Like the linebacker, the frizzy blonde had started by kissing Sammie's neck, but then she had moved onto her collarbone, and then her cleavage, and now... now, she was getting dangerously close to the wire of Sammie's bra. Daisy's breath caught with anticipation.

"I've had my eye on you ever since you walked into the bar," the linebacker said.

She shivered. That was actually a nice thought. "Yeah? I love that," she said. His hand took her by the wrist and lifted her off of his dick. She felt him push her fingers past the waistband of his shorts. Her fingertips landed on the cock that the shorts were barely keeping in check, and she grabbed hold of it.

Then she watched as the blonde pulled down one side of Sammie's bralette and took her nipple in her mouth.

"Oh fuck," Daisy gasped.