Novel & Cerita My Sexy Daughter

Frank groped her breasts through her nurse uniform, making her moan. He started to undo her buttons. She pulled away. "Frank! Sophie's home!" she warned. "I'm sorry. It's just been a long time since we had sex.". She pecked him. "I know. But I promise, I'll find time.". I'd seen and heard enough, so I stomped down the remaining stairs. They quickly realised it themselves. "Sophie!" my mum exclaimed. I wasn't bothered; I was horny as fuck too. But I'd never be turned by a man like Frank. How did my mom even find him attractive?

I yelled back, but my voice was shaking. Behind me, my daughter clutched my clothes tightly, her tiny body trembling with fear and shame. "Lying?" Director Lee sneered and gestured at my small, shabby apartment. "Ms. Sanders, don't push your luck. I'm here today to give you a piece of advice. Don’t let us see you near the school again, or..." She paused and shifted her gaze to my daughter, her smile turning icy. "We can’t guarantee that your daughter won’t accidentally fall down the stairs and get hurt."

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

My heart beat loudly as I read. "What do you think?" my father asked and I spared him a brief glance. He was watching me intently, curiosity all over his face. Or was that something else I saw in his features? Holding up a finger, I continued reading. The daughter had just arrived at her father's hotel room. Oh god, what was going to happen? My pussy tingled so hotly that I had to press my thighs together. When I got down to the bottom of the page, I finally paused and then lifted my head to look at my father. When I spoke, I was completely out of breath. I uttered, "It's really sexy." And it was. My god it was so sexy!

“Me too. How can a young girl be living in a house that is unkept. Just look at the roof. I really imagine how they will survive during the heavy rainstorm” “Mom we really need to help her out,don’t you think?” “Yes. We will visit her first thing tomorrow before she goes to school” _________Madison_____________ The city girl, one of the best fashionista in the whole Chicago. She is spoilt brat and commands everyone as if there were her slaves. Her dad is too gullible and can’t stand on his words. He is a chicken and can easily be tricked. Her mother on the other hand is a tiger. She commands everyone by her fingertips. She is feared by all and can do anything as she pleases. With the mention

He has also concluded that his daughter has learned all the naughty things he never wants her to learn, he wanted her to remain a virgin and pure until he found a suitable and responsible young man to marry his daughter to, but the girl has made him proud by not only making her billions but also sending him monthly allowance even when him himself is a multi billionaire, the man laughed at that and he brought up the topic when with his friends and he never seize to make them jealous. He also never seize to mention his daughter's occupation as the most trending and most beautiful model in the United States because her daughter never has modeled naughty wear or of sorts but the pretty clothes a

I tell him and laugh, and I see Beta Thomas' eyes go black. “Thomas, what is happening?” Dad asks him, and Thomas looks at him. “It seems that Jaxon have a sexual relationship with my daughter for some time now. Only this morning, he was so rough on her, ignoring her cries to stop. So she left bleeding heavily, collapsing on her way home.” Beta Thomas tells Dad, who remains completely silent from shock. “Beta, with all reason, Lily wanted it. She wants to be my Mate, and I might let her become that. Despite of what Ayla did.” I tell them, and William beat me again.

“But he’s not invincible. Stay back, Sophie. Protect the girls. Watch for openings.” Darius’s smirk returned as he gestured toward the scattered papers. “Curiosity… greed… desperation. All human traits. Your father had them. And so do you.” He moved closer, and my stomach sank. “What does he want from us?” I whispered, voice trembling. Lucian caught my hand, grounding me. “Not just from us… from your father’s past. He wants something Dad protected. Something powerful. And he believes you have the key.” Darius suddenly lunged again, faster this time, aiming to grab one of the envelopes containing my father’s most sensitive documents. Lucian intercepted, and the struggle became a blur of motio

His big body pinned me against the marble counter from behind, one hand sliding up my thigh under the tiny bikini bottom while the other cupped my heavy tit, thumb flicking my nipple. “Been waiting for this all night,” he growled against my ear. “Feel how hard I am for you, Bella? That’s what your daughter’s boyfriend’s cock does when he looks at her hot mom.” I moaned before I could stop myself. His fingers pushed my bikini aside and slid straight into my soaked pussy—two thick digits stretching me open while his palm ground against my clit. “Fuuuuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned, pumping them deep and slow. “Soaking wet for your daughter’s man. Does that make you feel like a nasty slut, Mo