Good, but not as good as you hoped

Once you started dancing with Brooke Hogan, as is often the case no matter who it's with, things started to progress, although not as fast as you would've liked them to, considering the way she had come on to you earlier.

That's when it hit you that knowing who her father was and the way she had been flirting with a lot of guys at this party, that she was probably a cock tease.

Your hypothesis seemed to be proven correct when she would grind on you while you were dancing, but move your hands away each time they disappeared under her skirt.

"You can look, but you can't touch John baby," she whispered to you, thinking she had you right where she wanted you, but the longer you danced with her and the more she drank, the harder it was for her to fight off your advances towards her.

"UH," she moaned during one song when your hand once again disappeared up her skirt, the other going inside her shirt, Brooke either unwilling to fight it anymore, or unable to, as you started to play with her tits and her panty-clad pussy.

"Don't fight me, Brooke baby," you whisper as you drop a strap on her shirt and start to suck on one of her tits, while pushing her panties away and sliding your hands up and down her tight pussy.

"We can move this anywhere else and get down to business any time you want to," you tell her as you continue working her pussy, seeing Brooke threw her head back in apparent orgasm right there on the dance floor.