They both laid there, panting, exhausted. She hit him with a pillow.
“This is why Mom doesn’t want us to be alone anymore!” she whined.
“Oh, relax. I’ll get pizza tonight.”
He did get pizza but he made her pay the deliveryman in nothing but her bra and panties. He was a Moroccan guy who drank in her appearance hungrily with his eyes while Dad watched. Dad even let him cop a feel of her kitty, through her panties.
After they ate Daddy got horny again and she rode his tongue and then he fucked her several more times, on the couch and in the bathroom and in the basement in front of the video camera so Dad could show his friends on their poker nights.
Oh no, Mandy realized. She was on her hands and knees and wearing a fake pair of cat ears, a pacifier stuck in her mouth, Dad grabbing her hair and pointing her face at the camera as he plowed her, hunched over her and licking her ear. Tomorrow’s poker night.
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