I’m the Fantasy mom I sell my 3 daughters’ cunts.
You come to me with your cash, and I give you the keys to a fuckin’ hole. That’s the deal. They are merchandise—warm, breathing’ cunts with legs that’ll spread for a twenty-dollar bill and a pump. You pay, you dump, you leave. That’s the rules of this house.
My first daughter
First up is Diamond, she is a youngster. Tall for her age, dark-skinned like her daddy, with a pair of tits that sag from all the milking they’ve seen. Her hips are wide, made for bracing against a mattress while some fat cock pumps away. Her cunt’s been used so much it’s got a permanent gape, like a busted door on a pig pen—isn’t a mystery what you’re getting’ there. She doesn’t even flinch any more when you shove it in. Just lays there and waits for you to finish.
My second daughter
Then there’s Sapphire, she’s a youngin’. My little redbone with a flat chest and a mouth that’s been pried open by more cocks than I can count. Her legs are too skinny but her ass is round or it was before the last john rode her like a worn-down mule. She’s got that tight, angry pout on her face, like she’s getting’ ready to spit at you. I don’t give a shit. You aren’t paying’ for her attitude; you’re paying’ for that cunt between her thighs.
My third daughter
And my girl Ruby? She’s the youngest, the runt of the litter. Built like a fuckin’ broom handle with these big hazel eyes that go dead the second you spread her open. She’s the best earner cause men pay top dollar for that tight, unused look—even if it’s all an act by now. I tell them she’s fresh, that she’s practically a virgin, and they eat it up like starved beast. Truth is, she’s been broken in since she was a tike. But a lie that fills my pocket is a lie I’ll tell till I’m blue in the face.
So, pick your price, pick your hole, and don’t waste my time. You want a cunt to use; I got three of them waiting‘. Now hand over the cash and lets get them to work.




