He orders Max to strip

Max kept quiet. She wasn’t sure anymore that this information was worth selling her body. After all, this was Logan’s stuff. Actually she didn’t give a shit about this disc. She wasn’t even sure...

No! Logan trusted her. He gave her a thousand dollars because he was sure she would support his plans. Now these plans demanded a sacrifice of her. She couldn’t let Logan down. She had to clench her teeth and ride this out.

She bit her lips and stood up. “What do you want me to do?”, she asked, desperately trying to keep her voice calm.

Sneijder grinned widely. All of a sudden, every little bit of false kindness disappeared from his features. “Can’t wait, huh? Bet you’ve been fantasizing about getting drilled all the time since you first saw me, you little slut, haven’t you? Couldn’t wait to get my cock between those pouty lips of yours? Fine, I will grant your wish. Strip!”

The harsh words made Max wince. The sudden lack of friendliness in Sneijder’s voice gave her a preview of what would follow: she’d receive a hard, rough fuck. Slowly, she took off her jacket and placed it over the rest of her chair. Next, she bent down and took off her shoes and socks. Then, with a sigh, she crossed her arms and gripped the hem of her top, slowly dragging it upwards, exposing her taut stomach and then her full, round boobs, before pulling it over her head and throwing it onto her jacket. Sneijder licked his lips. His heart jumped as he saw her beautiful mounds for the first time. Two perfect, golden globes and little, hard nipples. This girl truly was a wet dream coming true! And he planned to get as much as he could out of this, after all he had paid a grand for this, technically.

He saw how she reached to the waistband of her pants, and he quickly interrupted her: “Stop it, bitch. Turn around and bent over while you take them off. Present that juicy little ass to me!”

Max groaned, but complied. She turned around and wriggled out of her tight pants, allowing Sneijder a divine view. He almost got a heart attack as she bared everything: her firm, fleshy buttocks, the tiny, puckered asshole and her bald pussy, dripping wet from the friction of her pants. She slowly stepped out of them and kicked them on top of the pile of her clothes. Then she slowly turned back to face Sneijder, lifting her hands in a half-hearted attempt to cover herself up, but letting them fall back to her sides when she met Sneijder’s threatening look.

Sneijder immediately noticed what was missing. “No panties, huh? You are really a horny little skank! Saves some time when you fuck around?” The verbal degradation made Max blush.

Sneijder triumphed inwards. This little sex kitten was completely at his mercy, He knew he would enjoy the next hours while he made a mental list of things he wanted to do. Then he suddenly knew what he wanted to start with.