
I looked at my daughter, her face flushed and eyes wide with a mix of terror and desperation. She’s a pathetic little thing, isn’t she? Just a soft, trembling piece of meat that belongs entirely to me. I didn’t give her a choice; I just shoved her onto the bed and ripped those cheap panties aside, exposing her dripping, pink pussy to the air.
“Look at you, you useless little bitch,” I sneered, grabbing her chin hard enough to leave a mark. “Soaking wet just because Mommy told you to get naked. You’re nothing but a breeding ground for my pleasure.”
I didn’t waste time with gentleness. I spat on my fingers and shoved two of them deep inside her tight channel, stretching her open with a brutal force that made her gasp and arch her back. I loved the way she whimpered, the sound of a broken girl realizing she has no escape. I hammered my fingers in and out, the wet, slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room.
“Beg for it, you slut! Tell me how much you love your mother fucking you!”
She sobbed, her voice cracking as she pleaded for more. I laughed, leaning down to bite her breast hard, leaving a deep bruise. I shifted, grinding my soaking clit against her entrance, sliding my drenched folds over her sensitive nub. I fucked her with my body, rubbing my juices into her until she screamed, her orgasm hitting her in violent waves while I whispered exactly how pathetic she was for loving the shame.
















