Daisy pulled her boob out of Emma's mouth so she could breathe. But she needed more. Her nipples were on absolute fire and demanded to be used again. Daisy was beginning to lose her rational thoughts to her body's carnal desire. Emma flicking her nipple with her tongue for even a second had started a butterfly effect with the rest of her body. She could feel blood pulsing to every inch of her. She just knew she needed more.
Emma gasped for air as soon as Daisy had removed her boob from her mouth, and used her first breath to yell. "How do you have breast milk coming from your boobs?! You've never been pregnant! What the fuck is going on?!" She could still sense the aftertaste in her mouth, and now she noticed how warm her stomach felt. She could feel the warmness radiating out, slowly spreading. It felt nice. But she was still too bewildered to focus on it.
Daisy again leaned forward and grabbed the back of Emma's head, scrunching up her hair and pushing up, so Emma's face was an inch away from her nipple. "You have to do this, Emma. There's no way out of this for either of us.". Emma was confused by that remark. "It'll just be easier for us both if you go along with it. Don't fight it. The sooner we do this, the sooner it'll be over. Plus, I know you're kinda liking this, aren't you?"
Emma didn't know what to think. Daisy made it almost seem like she didn't want to do this. But... then why was she doing it? That was a question for later, as right now she had a fully erect nipple basically touching her lips, and it was oozing with milk. They were starting to drop onto her face and run down her neck. She begrudgingly stuck her tongue out again and flicked Daisy's nipple. Once again, milk erupted from it, but Emma's mouth wasn't enclosed around it to catch it. Instead, it shot directly onto Emma's face. She closed her eyes as the wet liquid rolled off her face into her hair and onto her neck. She leaned forward herself and put Daisy's boob into her mouth. If it was going to leak this much milk, it wasn't going to do it onto her hair and clothes. And if she was being honest with herself, she was curious to taste it again.
Daisy was shocked that a mere touch of Emma's tongue could erupt a stream of milk like that from her nipple, but the sight of it splashing onto her face opened a door in Daisy's head. That was *hot*. It was so erotic to see Emma receive a "money shot" from her milk. For the first time in this whole experience, Daisy could feel her pussy begin to moisten. She was beginning to enjoy being in control.
With Daisy's boob now in her mouth, Emma pushed Daisy's nipple with her tongue, but this time was ready for the gush of milk. And what a gush it was. It exploded into her mouth, spurting all the way into the back of her throat. She began to swallow, and before she had time to think, her mouth was full again. She swallowed time and time again, barely having time to process how good it tasted, or how warm and tingly it was making her whole body feel.
Daisy pulled her breast from Emma's face and gave her a chance to catch her breath. "You can never tell anyone what I just did, Daisy. I don't know how you have milk coming out of your breasts, or why I just drank it, but you can *never* tell anyone, okay? This has to stop. You have to let me out of here."
Daisy looked away from her friend, and slowly shook her head. After a few moments, she turned and glanced into Emma's brown eyes, and said "I'm sorry, Em. But we both have to follow through with this." Then Daisy put her hand on Emma's throat and started to squeeze. Emma was shocked, and a little angry.
Emma was barely able to breathe, and was starting to feel light-headed. Daisy started to straddle Emma's body, and began to inch her body up closer to Emma's face. After a few moments, Daisy's pussy was right above her friend's face. Emma was starting to see black on the edges of her vision, but she could make out how wet the vagina was that was directly on top of her. Emma looked up into Daisy's face, and saw a mix of emotions. Uncertainty. Lust. And that feeling once again that another set of eyes were just behind the normal brown set. Before she had time to really consider it, Daisy planted her pussy right on Emma's face.
Emma's nose first struck Daisy's clit, and then slid down fully into her pussy. Daisy gasped at the brief shock she felt from something touching her clit. She was already wet before, but now she was starting to overflow. Daisy repositioned herself slightly, and began to rock her hips so Emma's nose would apply pressure to her clit. It felt amazing, and she was having a hard time thinking coherent thoughts.
Emma threw all of her weight upwards towards Daisy, hoping to buck her off, but it was like hitting concrete. She was somehow unmovable, like she weighed five times as much as she should. She was truly stuck here, under her friend, with a face full of wet pussy. It was disgusting. Daisy's slick pussy got all over her face. In her nostrils. In her eyes. Down the sides of her face into her ears. And then it started to drip down into her mouth. Emma felt it roll down past her lips, and she used the saliva in her mouth to spit it out.
Daisy looked down at the gorgeous brunette underneath her, and suddenly had an idea pop into her head. For once, not from Alcina, but from her own subconscious. A small smile started to form, and Emma once again got nervous. Daisy slowly repositioned herself away from Emma's face, and began to speak. "I don't want to have to fight you this whole time. I think the only way to get you to calm down is to tire you out."
Emma tried to wriggle her hands free of the knot that kept her tied to the bed, but it only seemed to make it tighter. Daisy grabbed Emma's shirt by the collar, and in one swift motion pulled it so hard it ripped and came free.
"Hey! That was an expensive shirt! This has to stop! I don't want to be fucking naked like you. Just please let me go!"
Daisy ignored the pleas and began to take off Emma's pants. She unbuttoned the jeans and started to roll them off her legs when she realized that Emma still had her shoes off. She took off her boots and threw them beside the bed. Her pants soon followed.
"I don't know about you, Em, but I have been in a real pink craze the past few months. All my clothes have been pink. My rental car is pink. I even have all my nails painted pink. I used to hate having my feet touched or looked at, but something changed yesterday. And now I'm dying to know what color your nails are."
Emma watched, wearing only her bra, panties, and socks, as Daisy knelt at the foot of the bed and closely looked at her friend's white socks. Daisy grabbed the top of the socks and pulled them slowly off, revealing more and more of Emma's feet until they were completely off.
"Oh, wow. The black polish on your pale skin is really doing something to me, Em. I love this contrast." She inched her face close to Emma's soles, and could start to smell the aroma.
Emma had seen enough.
"The fuck are you doing? Since when are you into feet? Since when are you into girls? Since when does any of this make sen-" She was stopped by Daisy stuffing Emma's dirty socks into her mouth, completely blocking her from speaking.
"Don't worry, Em. I didn't think I'd like the feeling of my feet being licked. But I wound up becoming obsessed with it. I couldn't decide what I liked more, though. Having my feet licked, or tasting my feet. Maybe after tonight you'll have an answer."
Daisy lied down flat on the bed, and made her head parallel with Emma's feet. She laid her legs on Emma's stomach. Now that she had an upclose view, she could really appreciate what she was going to experience. Emma's feet were perfect. Just perfect. Her skin was pale as milk, but her soles were red from standing so long in her boots all day. She reached out and grabbed one and gasped at how soft they were. Like they had never actually walked on the ground in her life.
Emma flinched when Daisy grabbed her foot, and tried to yell. But only muffled sounds could make it's way out. That wasn't all she had to deal with. The socks smelled horrible, and when she had tried to talk, her tongue had moved, too, making her taste the horrible things. She started to gag, but could only cough for now.
Daisy began to trace Emma's left foot with both hands, from the heel up to the toes. She brought the foot right up to her face, and Emma could feel her friend's hot breath, sending a shiver over her body. Daisy stuck her tongue out and stuck it right in the middle of the arch. Emma let out a squeal, as it was highly sensitive and ticklish at first. Daisy made little circles with her tongue, and explored the arch. Then she moved up to the ball of the foot and worked her way up to the toes. Daisy explored Emma's sole with her tongue, and tasted every inch. And what a taste it was. Somehow even better than her own.
Emma began to writhe on the bed, trying and failing to get away from what was happening. She couldn't believe it. Daisy's tongue was going all over her foot, leaving a trail of saliva. It was sending all kinds of feelings down her legs. Some parts of her foot touched by Daisy's tongue sent shivers and goosebumps down her legs and up her spine. She tried yelling "Stop it! This is so gross!" but again her socks stopped her from being able to make any coherent sounds.
After kissing Emma's left arch, Daisy grabbed her right foot and pointed it directly at her mouth. She used her other hand to spread Emma's toes out, and popped the big toe into her mouth. She used her tongue to lick it like a lollipop, then moved it from side to side, enjoying the taste. She took it out and moved on to the next toe, and then the next one. Tasting each one separately. Then she stuck all of the toes in at once, running her tongue across them like she was playing the piano.
