Erin stares openly, panting through the pain and the pleasure; she touches her oozing wounds, feeling the heat of her blood, before her hands go to her breasts to squeeze and play and smear that red across them for Daisy's delight.

Some part of her wonders if Daisy will leave the toy in her ass or if Daisy intends on fucking Erin there until she can't think...

But a good girl doesn't talk while her domme is deciding, does she?