Daisy Drew Sex Tape Novels & Stories

They didn't see the video. "Wait, you really didn't see it?" My voice was now calm. "There's a sex tape of you?" Dax asked.

So I push him on the bed and climb him up. “That’s a beautiful view.” He says. “It is going to get more beautiful then.” I say and kiss chest while taking him in my hand. I don’t know what to do much, but Theos grunts give me the right directions. I try to guide him through my opening and try this new position to bring us pleasure. I want to see him come undone under me like he saw me. I rode him after a few fumbles. “Daisy, you need to come first.” Theo grunts out when I prolong it.

Daisy’s POV:: It was another day for me to act in my capacity as Aiden’s sex slave. I’d tied my hair in a bun, knowing that he'd unravel it the moment he saw it but not caring because I actually wanted him to. I wanted to feel his hand on my hair and watch as his eyes darken when it moves to my neck. I wanted…well, I wanted a lot of things. All of them involved him. We were on our fifth round of sex, and I'd just screamed my way through an orgasm when I felt his finger tracing my entrance. His eyes burned into mine as he did that, and I shivered.

“You don’t get to cum just once, Daisy. This pussy is going to learn who it belongs to.” He doubled down — messier, hungrier, more possessive. Three fingers stretched me open now while his tongue lashed my clit. The wet, filthy sounds were embarrassing and intoxicating. I came again, harder, sobbing his name as my vision blurred. By the time he finally pulled back, I was a trembling, soaked mess — legs spread wide, pussy swollen and glistening, juices coating his chin and dripping down my ass. Dan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with triumph and lust. He snapped a quick photo of me like this — spread open, ruined, and still twitching — before pocketing his phone.

Seth said and increased his pace, thrusting deeper and faster than before. He kept going until he felt pressure building up. “It’s coming.” Seth said. “Let me do the honors.” Daisy said and got up. Daisy had Seth kneel on the bed while she laid on her back, her face directly under Seth’s dick. She stroked it continuously until his semen came shooting out. She poured it all over her face and the rest, she licked them all off. “I’m sorry, baby.” Daisy said. “It’s okay,” Seth said.

I said aloud. Daisy beckoned us further into the room, her smile widening. "Here's what you are going to do," she began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Both of you are going to have a mind blowing, earth shattering, toe curling s*x and then you are going to mark each other." She said it like she was reciting a grocery list and not ordering two people to have s*x with each other. And with that, she left both me and Xander, alone in the room.

"Seth, it's going to be okay, don't call in bankruptcy on your late dad's company yet." Daisy's voice was barely above whispers yet laced with hope. "I will come over to your house by tomorrow, I think I might have found a way to fix our problem." Daisy said as she stared in bewilderment at her door. "Seth, I will call you back, I think someone is inside my room." Her voice was laced with trepidation and anxiety. Before Seth Nathaniel could say a word, Daisy Hunter ended the call. Her heart raced, Beads of sweat built down her cheeks as she walked slowly towards her door.

She got the cue as she increased her pace, her hands grabbing my boobs for support, she squeezed them so hard, I was scared they’ll burst. “Do it faster,” I said. My voice cracked, my mouth opened and saliva flowed out. We exhausted ourselves grinding and tribing . My clit throbbed against hers, and I thought she was very close as she suddenly increased her pace. Pulling away, both of us were gasping for air. “Wait, let me get this from the drawer. I had been hiding this strap-on in there for months, thinking about doing this.” I said, as I opened the drawer and brought out a dildo. Black, thick, and ended with a harness that buckled tight.

~«3 Daddy, Please Fuck Your Little Girl MIA I was in my room that night, lying on the bed with my legs wide open. Sarah was out partying with her friends again and the house was very quiet. I put on my headphones and played a p**n video on my phone, the sound loud in my ears. I couldn’t stop thinking about Alex, his handsome face, his deep voice and his big hard dick that I touched earlier that day. My body was burning for him.

Sat across from her father at the dining table, thighs pressed together, feeling the slickness gather while Victor’s foot nudged hers under the table, Damien’s eyes locked on her chest, Reid smirking over the rim of his wineglass like he knew exactly how close she was to coming undone. Another night: Group: Send us a photo of your fingers inside yourself. Now. She locked herself in the upstairs bathroom, hiked her skirt, spread her legs on the counter, slid two fingers deep, and snapped the shot—glistening, stretched, needy. Sent it. Their replies came in seconds: Victor: Good girl. Edge for ten minutes. No coming. Damien: That’s our pussy. Don’t forget. Reid: We’re going to wreck that tonig