Daisy's eyes widened as she watched Danny strip, her gaze hungrily devouring every inch of his muscular body. She let out a muffled whimper when he spat into her mouth, swallowing obediently, "Ooh...fuck...I feel so dirty doing that," she giggled breathlessly, "Thank you, Sir..." she hurriedly said before he pushed the soaked fabric between her parted, panting lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as she sucked around the drenched fabric - tasting herself; tasting what her Dominant did to her, and would do every day for the rest of their lives - whether he was trying to or not. "Mmmph!"she cried out when he suddenly entered her, her back arching off the bed as she was filled completely. The sensation of his thick cock stretching her was overwhelming, and she knew it would only be a matter of time before she was cumming again - especially with how sensitive she already was from earlier. Daisy pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts eagerly as best she could, turning over her shoulder to admire his body as he fucked her like the stud he was.
Something about Daisy always brought out the depraved side of him. Spitting in her mouth, shoving her wet panties between her lips and rutting into her like he was some kind of animal - he hadn't expected himself to be like this ever. But she thrived on this, which compounded the animalistic side of him, like some kind of amazing, erotic feedback loop. Danny grunted loudly with every thrust, his wide hands wrapped around her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You're so - fucking wet for me, princess, my perfect cockslut," he groaned out. He shifted his hips slightly, trying to hit every spot inside of her that would make his girl squeal and shudder underneath him.
















