Novel & Cerita Daisy Fanart

“A dildo? You bought me a dildo and instructional video. And that buzzing thing that looks like a butterfly. It’s pretty and it hums, but I don’t know what to do with it.” Ted turned to see Daisy sitting up facing him. One leg folded under with her foot in the cushion. The other on the floor. Her legs were spread so that the skirt of her dress road up revealing more naked thigh, flashing tiny cotton panties that were as pink as her toe nails. She held the dildo in one hand resting her arm on the back of the sofa. She was sitting so close he could smell her sweet scent. She looked so open and tempting just waiting for him.

Daisy palpated her body and discovered that Sarah's body was as hot as a boiled water. "Oh my God! You have a fever," Daisy didn't know what to do. She quickly picked up her phone to call Mr. Wilson. She scrolled her phone up until she saw the name, "Iceberg knight" While she was thinking of a befitting name to save his number with the other day, Daisy remembered an account name on f******k and knew that it was a perfect name for a man as cold as Mr. Wilson. So she saved his number with this name immediately.

They talked about art, about the quiet tyranny of suburban dreams, about the books that had shaped them. Sienna spoke of her secret love for Georgia O’Keeffe’s bold, sensual flowers, a love she’d never voiced because it felt too revealing. Daisy’s eyes lit up. “Of course you do,” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. When the café began to empty, Daisy asked, “Can I show you something? It’s not far.” Sienna nodded, wordless. Daisy led her a few blocks away to an unmarked door beside a shuttered pharmacy. She produced a key from her pocket and unlocked it, revealing a narrow staircase leading up. “My studio,” she said.

Daisy said. Dahlia smiled after listening to what Daisy said. She may not be an influencer like her father, Mr Diego, but she was great with laptops and computers. She even owns a company that manufactures computers and laptops. "That's right, I'm wondering if I heard right, but I think I heard you say you'd be busy going to your company?". Dahlia asked Daisy. "I forgot, you don't know about this but, I'm the chairman of D's Company and industry". Daisy revealed to Dahlia who ended up staring at her in total disbelief.

Anaya saw Daisy stepping into the visiting room and her heart tightened to see Daisy in the orange jumpsuit. Daisy’s least favourite color was orange. She even hated the fruit and anything that had to do with it. Although, she wasn’t sure now if Daisy actually hated the color or if it was just one of the myriad of lies she told her during the course of her grand plan. Daisy’s face was stoic as she sat across Anaya on the bench, her eyes looking around the room.

She sighed and went downstairs to help her mother in her cafe. The next day she was getting ready for her birthday party, she adorned a red frock, accompanied by a touch of light pink lipstick and a hint of blush. Applying Colossal to her eyes, she smiled at her reflection, well aware that Darian admired the color red. She combed her hair, securing it with a red headband. As she descended the stairs, her friends chatted while her mother served cold drinks and snacks. Daisy was engrossed in conversation with her boyfriend, Smith. Her father's absence didn't matter to her; he must be busy gambling with his friends somewhere in a club. What brought tears to her eyes was Darian's absence on a da

But I pushed the thought aside and got ready to meet Dorian, hoping that spending time with him would help her forget her worries, at least for a little while. After finishing getting dressed, I decided to take a moment to relax before heading out. I didn't want to arrive too early and seem too eager or clingy. I had chosen a black denim jean and a white crop top, which I paired with a black denim jacket and a baseball cap. I completed my outfit with a flat pair of sandals and sprayed perfume and deodorant before looking at myself in the mirror. I used my hands to smooth down my red, bouncy hair, and then decided to apply mascara to make my lashes appear fuller and more voluminous.

They are extra sensitive, and she makes the sweetest whimper when I brush my teeth over them. I pant, thrusting into my palm at each scene of Daisy in the throes of pleasure. Groaning loudly, I feel my balls draw up and stroke faster. Fuck, I should probably be quiet so she won't hear me but I don't make a move to stifle my moans too far gone to care. Behind my eyelids, fantasies play out. I kneel between Daisy's spread thighs as I tongue her clit. Her moans ring through the air and her fingers are buried in my hair, tugging and twisting and pressing me deeper into her cunt.

***Daisy's POV.*** I get ready in a rose gold sequin bodycon gown which has a cold shoulder short sleeve and choker neck. I wear the crescent moon earrings which my parents gifted me today. As I fluff my hair, my mind goes back to this afternoon when that thought invaded my mind. I love kids and so does Theo. However, we just started our relationship and we both are so busy that I feel we won’t be able to make space for that baby. I would do anything to have Theo’s babies, but it is very early. Or maybe I am worrying about nothing.

"That sounds amazing, Zoey! Thank you so much for helping, Zoey." Later that day, Daisy sketched some potential floral arrangements, she also sketched the background of their wedding. "This would be your background, is this good? Do you like this kind of stuff?" Daisy asked her sister. Crystal looked at the sketch and nodded her head in agreement. "That looks good. I loved it," she said with a smile on her lips. Meanwhile, Felix noticed a subtle change in Marianne's expression. She had been standing by the kitchen counter, a thoughtful look in her eyes. Felix gently approached her.