Novel & Cerita Daisy Drew Sex Tape

Chapter Two My eyes were glued to Daisy’s phone, widening in disbelief. The video was shaky but clear enough her friend Mia, the same girl who always wore pastel cardigans and talked about waiting for the “right person,” was bent over a park bench at night. Some guy I didn’t recognize had her skirt hiked up, thrusting into her hard while she moaned loud enough for the microphone to catch every gasp. Someone had secretly recorded it. The angle suggested it was from the shadows, like a cruel prank.

“How’s the head? And more importantly, how’s the pussy?” I buried my face in my hands. “Daisy, please tell me I didn’t do anything stupid.” She grinned wickedly. “You mean besides giving a very enthusiastic lap dance to one of the masked strippers and then sucking his dick in the private lounge? Because you did both. And you would not stop talking about it the entire way home.” My stomach dropped through the floor. “I did what?” “You kept repeating how big he was and how you couldn’t believe you did that,” Daisy laughed, clearly enjoying my horror. “You were very proud of yourself for approximately twelve minutes before you passed out again in the Uber.”

I consider it as I wrap the towel around my waist. Walking to my bed I lie back, looking through any contacts that Alex or Alesandro had. I find myself falling asleep, unable to keep my eyes open any longer. Waking, I feel lips against mine, my eyes open and I see Daisy. Not thinking, I begin to close my eyes again as I feel her grasp my cock they shoot open. I go to move, to find my arms tied down. Groaning I look at her, her hand moving slowly taunting me.

I watched the dancers with increasing boldness, my thighs pressing together as I imagined what those strong hands would feel like on my body. Derek had never made me feel like this—desperate, aching, willing to do something reckless just to satisfy the craving. We'd been together since I was nineteen, and our sex life was... fine. Predictable and boring, if I was being brutally honest after six vodka sodas. But these men? They looked like they could fuck me until I forgot my own name. "That one keeps looking at you," Maya whispered in my ear, nodding toward the stage.

Breaking the embrace, I glanced back at the life-sized image of myself cumming. "No one else will see these tapes, Poppy," he said, assuring me, and stood up. "They are ours, for private enjoyment, just like the pictures." He came to me. "You have made me very happy. And tonight, you have passed. That made me realize you're truly obedient to me." He reached past me for a small black box on the end table. "This is for you, to prove you are mine." He held the box out in front of me and opened it. Inside was a black silk ribbon with a charm. As he lifted it, I saw that it was a choker and the charm was silver, reading "Fuck toy."

I knew that she wanted me too. "On the bed." I instructed and she blinked at me then nodded. Daisy walked to the bed and laid on it. I could sense her arousal even if I was a mile away. Presently staring at her pink flesh made me change my mind about fucking her right away. My mouth trailed lower on her breasts, down her stomach and over her thighs. She spread her legs wider and pushed my head closer to her. She let out a sharp cry when I licked the soft folds on her inner thigh.

"I want to see how much you have learnt." Daisy reached down. Her fingers were shaking as she found her own clit. She began to rub in slow, wet circles. The sound was tiny, hidden beneath the drone of the recording, but to Jerome, it was the only sound in the world. He stood between her knees, his presence a dark weight over her. He watched her middle finger disappear into her slit, coming out shiny and coated.

A cold dread began to coil in Thea's stomach, what is happening? Her phone vibrated in her hand. It was Daisy. Thea answered, her voice tight. "Hey, Daisy. How are you doing?" "Thea? Oh my god. Have you seen it? The internet! There's a video! It's everywhere! Of you... with some stranger! Having sex.” The blood drained from Thea's face. ‘A video? Of me? With a stranger?’ “Oh my goodness, it's everywhere! They are reposting it! This is bad! This is very bad!” Daisy panicked, her words barely coherent.

She was a very strict teacher. Today she opened a leather-bound book like it was a spellbook. I felt my face go hot as she turned the pages. It was the same book from that day. There were pictures and words and the diagrams that made my stomach jump. Daisy covered her mouth and pretended not to laugh, but her eyes were shining like the cat that had just caught a fat mouse. Daisy was having fun at my expense and filling knowledge in herself of an alternative world that only scared us. Sex scared both of us because of the way it was practised before us. “Close that,” I said, because I could not look at naked drawings of people doing things that were not proper to talk about. “Rosie, are you in

“What, are you sure? How can Dalziel be with that girl?” “I have pictures but it's not convenient for you to see,” Daisy said. “Just give it here.” Mr. Drkov insisted on watching. Daisy was a little worried but also gave him a stack of photos. As soon as he saw a photo, his veins immediately flared up, and the old man's face turned slightly red. The photo was just a kissing scene between a man and a woman without revealing their bodies, but to Mr. Drkov it looked a bit strange.