My daughter is a whore - II.

My daughter is a whore, plain and simple. If she’d rather wrap her lips around my boyfriend’s cock than play with her teddy bear, I’m not the type to stand in her way. Blonde hair, brown hair, two tight bodies taking turns on the same dick—why stop them when they’re both this hungry? She spreads for anal like it’s a second language, and I’m right there guiding her through every thrust, every moan. Three of us, no rules, just raw need. She came looking for trouble and found exactly what she wanted: his hands gripping her ass, her mouth full, and me watching with a smirk that says, “That’s my girl.”