Bitch Better Lick My Honey, Part 1

Holly’s asleep in her safe suburban bed, but her cunt’s wide awake. In the dream she hangs upside down, ankles strapped wide, wrists useless behind her. Daisy Ducati’s boots scrape the floor while she circles the bound blonde like prey. Every slap of Daisy’s palm across Holly’s tits leaves the skin stinging and pink, nipples tight enough to ache. Daisy drops to a crouch, drags her tongue up the wet seam of Holly’s cunt, sucks the clit between her teeth until Holly’s hips buck and swing like meat on a hook. Then she straightens, fists two fingers deep and curls hard, pumping until slick drips onto the floor. When the first orgasm rips through, Holly’s scream bounces off the black walls of the dream. Daisy laughs, steps into the harness, greases the thick strap-on, and lines the blunt head between Holly’s swollen lips. One hard shove and she’s buried in that tight, dripping pussy. She fucks until the second orgasm crashes, then yanks the cock free, spreads Holly’s ass, and drives in again—slow, mean, relentless. The stretch burns sweet. Daisy’s fingers find Holly’s clit, rubbing fast circles while the shaft splits her open, and the third climax slams so hard Holly’s vision whites out. Daisy keeps pounding, milking every tremor, until Holly’s body hangs limp and trembling, cunt and ass both throbbing and used. The dream fades on Daisy’s smirk, the promise of more waiting just behind Holly’s eyelids.