Daisy Bloom Sex Tape Novels & Stories

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.

“Beg Daddy to touch you properly.” “Please, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Please touch me. Please use me. I need your fingers, I need your cock. I’m so wet for you.” Daniel smiled like he was happy with my begging. He pulled me up, sat me on the couch, and spread my legs very wide. He buried his face between my thighs and ate my pussy like a hungry man. His tongue was warm and licked my clit fast, pushing his tongue inside me. I held his head tight and moaned loudly. It felt so good I thought I would die.