As you can see, once Daisy had warmed herself up with her wicked banter she turned into a crazed sex kitten or should I say, Kitten-Kong? She just couldnt seem to get enough cock! She craved it as does a man dying of thirst in the desert, crave a long cool glass of water. She pummelled and abused me until I had been squashed into our famous IKEA sofa. No IKEA robot could possibly simulate the punishment that Daisy Rock meted out on our sofa that day. Id say that it would be like dropping a large car, loaded with luggage, on the sofa from 50 feet up! There was no stopping our Daisy from her wantonness and it is a wonder that I, Jim Slip, am still alive to tell the tale. So, whilst, youre pawing you way through the scene, spare a thought for I, who must perform far beyond what is duty bound and I do it entirely for you, my brethren!! LOL
