Unknown: Driving Daisy Crazy

Yancey flew through the air in a glide.

Sat astride Christabel's hide with a flying mount.

Posted his pecker back and forth.

Dug his thighs into Christabel's side.

Yancey whinnied like a horse as he rode high in the saddle between her boobs.

He humped his hinders over the glowing cinders of her nips. Paps hard as bullets.

Nippletips hot as coals.

Yancey's rump rolled over the breasts. Rocking slowly along her chest.

His asshole kissed Christabel's ribcage as he completed the downstroke of his fuck.

Then smacked off her chest as Yancey initiated forward rut.

The penis penetrated Christabel's lips as Yancey shimmied his hips.

Swaying curved pecker from side to side. Taking her tongue along for the ride.

Christabel sighed.

Yancey neighed.

Rubbing his testicles through her titflesh.

Running his dong in between.

Tip of the twanger tickling her tonsils on the upstroke. Wiping his scrotum on her jowls.

Grinning as Christabel came off in howls.

Beads wrestling within her bowels.

Cock-and-balls jostling her jowls.

Yancey popped one peeper wide open. Clenched the other eyesocket with an alligator snap. Great tongue slathered out from inflated cheeks.

The come crackled in his balisac.

He stripped the belt from his waist. Smacked Christabel with it in the face to give her a taste.

Oiled leather licked her chops.

Gemstones popped her in the jaw.

"Neeeeeaugh!"

Yancey's ballocks bloomed large.

Nougats clinked together like castanets.

Nutsac drew up in a knot.

Brewing jissom, good and hot.

The yeasty slime was off in a flash.

A mad dash for the flesh.

Screaming spermlets streamed at accelerating speed. Semen teemed toward the tip.

Yancey threw a quick rut.

Ejected j issom through the ducts.

The belt tore across Christabel's tits. Tearing tips of nipple.

Searing the beastflesh to oblivion.

Skittering jizz snaggled forth from Yancey's pecker in a syrupy loop.

Goop glopped upon Christabel's jaw. Yancey candied Christabel's bosom with randy curds of sour-milk cockcome.

Scattered sparkling seed in circles about her nips. Icing the cupcake tits to perfection.

Another gorge of shimmering prickjuice shot upon Christabel's piled pair of melonballs. Creamed breastmeat, savory and firm.

A wadded chunk of grime smacked Christabel between the eyes.

The jizzbomb exploded.

Trimming her eyebrows and tresses with a silken blessing of scintillating joyjam.

A wave of come broke against her brow like the surf upon a beach at sunset.

Christabel gnawed the air.

"The-the-belt."

Yancey held the leather aloft.

Belladonna drew the dildo from Christabel's quim.. Gash gushed forth goo.

The snatch stew streamed over Christabel's jabbering anus as Belladonna pulled the beaded strand from Christabel's bung.

Bead by bead-orgasm by orgasm.

Christabel shook her head.

"Enough said."

Belladonna drew the beaded belt across Christabel's molten ass. Lifted it. Crashed it down on Christabel's flaming hinders.

Yancey wiped his dangling dong off in Christabel's chattering lips.

He shook his hips.

Uncoiled his belt.

Whipped it against Christabel's flesh without warning. Drawing up a line of welts.

"More?" he said.

Christabel nodded.

Face to face with the flailing snake. Serpentine belt scaling her gaze. Dragon's tail trailing across her tender spots.

Rain of belts upon Christabel's pelt. Wide welts belting her hide like banded cat stripes. Christabel felt herself at ease. Peaceful. Pleased.

Brain sane.

Nympho beast tamed.

Until Christabel got the bitch itch again. That hunger for the relentless rut. Taste for the supersuck. Off once again in quest of cosmic orgasmic vortex. Her mission to take the fuck toward another universe of sexual oblivion.

Christabel might start with something tart. Something rude. Newer, lewder, cruder kicks than this.

Penetrating warmth consumed Christabel as she observed Buster kneeling in the fountain. Dominique pissed between his lips while wielding a whip. He tweaked the clitoris of Lucrezia, who clipped him with a riding crop as she spewed pizzle from between her labia. Buster was a satyr brought to order by whips and drips.

Bulbs of ballocks were bruited abcut like a sack of marbles as Yancey weaved his hips. Shinnied up Christabel's body from where he straddled her hips. To center his asshole over her tits.

He bounced his buns from one erect nipple to the other. Dardike nippletips dug into firm fannyflesh. Pinched into ogling anus.

Sack of stones swung low. Bandied her mumbling mouthlips. Mashed into her eyes.

Asshole oinked, propelled outward by pulsing pump of rump. Penis pounced, propulsion supplied by rumbling thigh as Yancey's fanny trampolined off her knockers.

Christabel witnessed Yancey whip his wanger into Belladonna's snatch as Belladonna, neck twisted in a garotte, hawked Buster's dong in her chops.

Then Yancoy yanked his yammering hammer from Belladonna's haunch. Wrenched the wench's body into a pretzel.

Pierced her rosebud rump with a thump.

Began to pump the fundament.

Buster balled Belladonna's mouth.

Took his pecker out.

Shook it by the snout.

Pellets of jissom sprinkled the air. Nacreous knobs of jizz fizzed in the sunlight.

Bright balls of scum rolled over Belladonna's shoulders. Goo glided between her knockers.

Belladonna's eyelids were glued shut by the milky slime. She batted her clotted eyelashes. Jissom splashed into her peepers.

Belladonna jacked Buster's pecker back up to fullness as Yancey gunned the throttle of his munch in her haunch.

Buster was next delving his dingdong within Belladonna's slavering snatch.

Whilst Yancey continued cavorting in her rump. Christabel thought back to-not so very long ago, though it seemed like ages-when she was but a sylphlike gamine nymphette.

One of her early stages.

Never had a cock in her yet. Never ever would have considered sucking a clit. Let alone sipping piss after asshole dinner.

Those days were gone.

Christabel was reborn.