Collins was now in total control and Daniella couldn't believe it. "I'm gonna make you smell my crotch bitch," Cassidy screamed at Daniella, "and you're gonna fucking like it. With that Cassidy inched ever forward up Daniella's upper torso As she worked to press her lace-painted crotch into Daniella's mouth, Cartier hung on for dear life,, locking her elbow around Cassidy's knees and preventing her from moving forward.