Broken girl here! What do I do if I’m interested in older married man who’s daughter looks just like me ?
“So you never wanted to do this before?”
“Maybe. A little.”
“With me? Or… with her?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe what? Which?”
“Shut up.”
“Why, Daddy? Why do you want me to sh—?”
“I said shut up. Don’t call me that.”
“The sheet just twitched. I think you like it.”
“Didn’t say I didn’t like it. I told you not to say it.”
“Why are men always so afraid to be monsters? Girls like monsters.”
“I’m not afraid. It’s disrespectful.”
“Of what? You’re not a good father, you know. You’re terrible at it. In a sexy way, of course. In the best way.”
“You think this is helping?”
“…and her? Come on. She’s an awful daughter. All the lies, the abortions, the OnlyFans… my God, she—“
“I saw the fucking videos. Stop reminding me.”
“Sorry. I guess that’s still a sore spot, huh?”
“Fuck you.”
“Done. The evidence is still running out of me.”
“Fuck… just fuck off.”
“This is my bed. In my mom’s house. The only thing worse than someone finding you naked in here with me would be someone finding you naked in here without me.”
“All I said was that you should show some respect. She’s your friend.”
“She’s a slut. A fucking piece of shit. And you know that now.”
“That’s not the— goddammit.”
“Don’t be afraid of it.”
“I told you, I’m not—!“
“If you aren’t, then why’d you wait so long?”
“What have I been saying about respect?”
“I think you should watch one of her videos while I blow you.”
“What is wrong with you?”
“I think you liked the one where she talked about blowing her professor.”
“You don’t—”
“She really did that, by the way. It’s not just dirty talk while playing with herself.”
“You don’t listen. Ever.”
“I’m listening. You just don’t like what I’m hearing.”
“So you don’t feel bad at all. You feel nothing.”
“I feel content. I feel fulfilled. I feel lucky.”
“I feel like shit.”
“No you don’t. You’re afraid to admit it, but you don’t. You feel great. Daddy.”
“I said—“
“You say lots of things when you’re not hard. But you’re hard now.”
“Fuck.”
“Now you can say all the true things. Speak the truth to me, Daddy.”
“What the fuck do you know about the truth?”
“I know I want to hear it. And feel it.”
“You’re a fucking whore. Y-you… she’s a fucking whore.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I should have roughed up your cunt of a mother until she miscarried. It would have saved lives.”
“Mrs. Harris isn’t a cunt. She’s sweet. And trusting. That’s why she won’t ask when you walk in later, smelling like me. And you’re not mad at her anyway.”
“Mad? I’m long past mad. You’ve made a fool of me and everything I believe.”
“She really has.”
“Cunt.”
“I love how much she looks like me. The way you react when I wear her clothes. I love watching your eyes when you look at me and see her.”
”Fucking trash. Fucking garbage.”
“…like right now.”
”What’s stopping me? Huh, slut? What. Is. Stopping. Me?”
“Not a fucking th— oh my god. Oh god! Oh fuck— glkk!“
“I’m going to make you pay. Over and over.”
“Glkk. Glkk. Ggg— good. Sh— she deserves it.”
“You do! You fucking deserve it. You deserve hell.”
“S-s-see…? How right it— hkkk. Feels?”
“I want to send you there, you little fucking pig!”
“Glkk. Now I’m —hkkk— the one who— who’s afraid.”
“I can do it!”
“I know.”
“…I can stop loving you.”
“Tighter, Daddy. Show me.”