Daisy doesn’t waste time. One minute she’s kissing Teagan slow like a Sunday afternoon, next thing you know—thump—she’s got her bent over the armrest, pink panties already yanked down. That cock hits deep first try. Ass stretched wide, lips glistening with spit as she starts to rock back. Harder. Teeth sink into the pillow when Daisy grabs those hips and pounds like she owns this couch—and probably does after all these years of practice. Then it gets dirtier: flip to sixty-nine, tits in his face while he fingers that soaked pussy from behind. Final move? Daisy shoves him up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist as she rides him raw—no lube needed after all that prep.