Daisy Bloom Sex Tape Novels & Stories

She wanted her audience to enjoy the unobstructed view of the fuck machine moving in and out of her without showing off what shouldn’t be on a soft porn stream. There was no fight between the vibrating dildo and the cum pumping dildo after the big players cast their money and votes. The miserable attempt at emptying the IV drip of fake semen earlier disappointed many who were late for the party. With one last opportunity to make a complete mess out of London, they spoke with their wallets and credit cards.

His right hand trailed down from my belly to my pussy, and he slowly rubbed my clitoris with his index finger, making me whine my waist in rhythm to the pleasure he was giving me. “Ahh…” I moaned softly, with my eyes closed. “I love you, Daisy.” He confessed again as he continued to rub my clitoris, increasing the pace, more. His words in my ears, made me feel more turned on, and I wanted it again. “Say it again.” I moaned out. “I love you, baby.”

"I have to touch… Christ, you taught me!" I looked at Daisy. She'd taught Rebecca how to masturbate? Daisy just shrugged, a 'what can I say?' look on her face. We heard faint squeaking sounds over the line. Soft, wet, suckling noises. "Rebecca... stop sucking your own tits and talk to me! What happened next?" "Oh, right. Sorry." A shaky breath. "So he finds out about my mom. Next thing I know, he's slapping my tits!" Daisy's eyes shot to mine, wide with surprise and something else-arousal? I held her gaze, unflinching.

She cannot wait for what is about to begin. Dim red lighting illuminates an array of toys: black silk blindfolds, padded handcuffs, leather floggers, nipple clamps, and a sturdy bed with attachment points at each corner. “Strip.” Mike commands, his voice filled with unconcealed hunger. Daisy obeys slowly, teasing him. She peels off her tiny dress, letting her full breasts bounce free. She turns, bending at the waist as she slides it down her long legs, giving him the perfect view of her soaked pussy and round ass.

His Plaything (5) (Diana’s POV) It has been twenty days since Eric and I started having sex. Twenty days of him touching me, kissing me, and filling me every night. I never knew my body could feel like this. I have become completely addicted to my husband. Every time he leaves the room, I already miss him. At night, I have dirty dreams about us. In those dreams, he bends me over, fucks me hard, and calls me his good girl while I moan his name like a crazy woman.