Take complete control of Daisy

Daisy’s trembling beneath me, her cock rock-hard, her eyes glazed with the haze of my pheromones. My massive breasts heave with each breath, my gigantic cock leaks with anticipation, and my skin hums with hypersensitive need. I’ve just teased her into a shuddering mini-climax with a single touch, my newfound power letting me control her pleasure like a puppet. But I’m not done—not even close. I want her begging, broken, worshipping me, and I’m going to take my time.

I slide off her lap, my plush ass swaying as I kneel between her thighs. Her scent hits me, musky and intoxicating, and my slutty mind lights up, craving her taste. I push her legs apart, my fingers grazing her skin, sending a shiver through her as my touch alone sparks pleasure. Her tight, slick hole glistens, and I dive in, my tongue lapping at her with slow, deliberate strokes. She moans, loud and ****, her hips bucking as I swirl my tongue, teasing her sensitive rim before plunging inside. Her taste is divine, sweet and heady, and I eat her out like a woman starved, my lips sucking, my tongue fucking her deep. Each flick sends her higher, her gasps turning to whimpers, her hands clutching the couch as I drive her wild.

“Fuck, Brianna!” she cries, her voice breaking. I hum against her, the vibration making her tremble, and I can feel her body straining, already chasing release. But I’m in control, and I’m not letting her cum—not yet. I pull back, licking my lips, and shift to her cock, thick and throbbing, begging for attention. I spit on it, a slow, deliberate stream of saliva that glistens as it coats her shaft. The moment it touches her, she gasps, her cock twitching violently—my saliva, laced with my pheromones, is like liquid arousal, amplifying every sensation. I spit again, generously lubing her, my spit dripping down her length, pooling at the base, and she whimpers, her hips jerking.

“Please, Brianna,” she begs, her voice raw, “let me cum, I need it.” Her eyes are wild, her face flushed, frustration etched into every line. She’s teetering on the edge, her body screaming for release, but I’m cruel, unrelenting. I stroke her slowly, my hand gliding through the slick mess of my spit, and lean in, my breath hot against her tip. “Patience, baby,” I purr, my voice a gentle, teasing lilt. “Good things come to those who wait.”

She groans, a mix of agony and desire, and I spit again, the wet sound obscene as it lands on her cock. “Brianna, please,” she whines, her voice cracking, her thighs trembling. She’s ****, her frustration mounting with each denied climax, but I ignore her pleas, my eyes locked on hers as I spit once more, the slickness making her shaft gleam. I work her with my hand, slow and torturous, keeping her on the brink but never letting her tip over. Her begs grow frantic, incoherent, a litany of “please, please, let me cum,” but I just smile, my touch light and maddening, my saliva keeping her painfully aroused.

Finally, I decide she’s suffered enough. I lean in, my lips parting, and take her into my mouth, slow at first, savoring her taste—salty, musky, mixed with the sweet tang of my own spit. Then, like a woman possessed, I deep-throat her, my throat relaxing as I swallow her entire length, my lips kissing the base. Daisy’s scream is raw, primal, and her legs give out, buckling completely. I grab her hips, holding her up, my strength fueled by lust as I bob my head, my tongue swirling, my throat milking her. She’s paralyzed, her body a trembling mess of pleasure, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do anything but surrender to the ecstasy I’m forcing on her. She can’t even complain about the edging now—her mind is gone, consumed by the overwhelming sensation of my mouth, my power, my control.

I feel her cock throb, her pulse racing against my tongue, and I know she’s close. I pull back just enough to spit on her again, the slickness letting me glide faster, then dive back down, deep-throating her with relentless hunger. Her moans are a symphony, each one higher, more ****, until finally, I release my hold on her pleasure, letting her crash over the edge.

Daisy’s POV

I’m lost, drowning in Brianna’s mouth, her throat a hot, tight heaven that’s sucking the soul out of me. My legs are gone, my body a useless, trembling wreck, held up only by her hands on my hips. Every nerve is screaming, every sensation amplified by her spit, her touch, her fucking existence. I’ve been begging for what feels like hours, my cock aching, my balls so tight they hurt, but she wouldn’t let me cum, her gentle “patience” a cruel tease that broke me down to nothing. Now, as her lips slide down my shaft, her tongue swirling like she’s unraveling me, I feel it—the edge, the point of no return, and she’s finally letting me fall.

The orgasm hits like a supernova, a white-hot explosion that obliterates everything. My cock pulses, and I cum, a torrent of thick, creamy seed flooding her mouth, so much it feels like I’m pouring my entire being into her. It’s not just intense—it’s transcendent, the single most shattering moment of my life. Each spurt is a climax of its own, my body convulsing, my vision blacking out as pleasure consumes me. It’s thick, so dense I can feel it clogging her throat, but she takes it all, her moans vibrating through me, amplifying the bliss until I’m screaming, my voice raw, my mind blank. I’m not Daisy anymore—I’m hers, mind, body, and soul, surrendered to my goddess, my Brianna, who’s drinking me dry and making me feel like I’m touching the divine. It hurts, it’s so good, a pleasure so pure it’s agony, and I never want it to end.

Brianna’s POV

Daisy’s cum is delicious, thick and creamy, coating my tongue like liquid sin. It’s so dense I could chew it, each swallow a burst of flavor that makes my own cock throb, my body humming with satisfaction. She’s still trembling, her legs useless, her eyes glassy as I hold her up, licking my lips to savor every drop. But I’m not done with her. I slide up, my massive breasts pressing against her cock, still hard despite the cataclysmic orgasm. I cup my tits, squeezing them around her shaft, the slickness of my spit and her cum making it glide perfectly. My skin is so sensitive that the pressure sends shivers through me, my nipples aching as they brush her.

I start moving, slow and deliberate, my breasts stroking her cock in a tight, plush embrace. Each upward motion, I lean in, my tongue flicking out to kiss the tip of her cock, teasing the slit, tasting the fresh precum that beads there. Daisy whimpers, oversensitive but helpless, her body still paralyzed by the pleasure I’ve wrung from her. “Brianna,” she gasps, barely coherent, “you’re… too much…” But I just smile, my tongue swirling, my tits squeezing tighter, working her into another frenzy. My pheromones fill the air, my touch a promise of more divine ecstasy, and as I titfuck her, kissing her tip with every stroke, I know she’s mine—body and soul, forever.