There's just the barest little catch in Daisy's own breathing at the scraping of nails against skin and those sharp teeth in her lip, a catch that gives way to a low, pleased sounding laugh. She tugs at Erin's lips as she draws, instead, to drag lips and teeth along the path of Erin's jugular, breath warm and teeth sharp and the thrum of Erin's blood pumping pounding in Daisy's head.

"Stay nice. And still," she near growls against her throat, whilst at the same time both clawed hands squeeze Erin's tits and she grinds her knee up ever more deliberately between Erin's legs. Still straddling Erin's thigh, the motion has her rolling her hips down against it for friction.