Her father laughed. Roy stared long at the bright red bra, filled to burst with the sweet, soft meat of his daughter’s breasts. But when he looked up, his daughter’s arm had thrown itself over her head, revealing a cleanly shaven armpit, and beside it, breast bulging, straining against the thin pink pajama top. He recognized it. He was going to fuck her. He stared at his daughter, let his eyes roll over her. He crushed it beneath his heel. You FUCKING BITCH!”
He took the gun, still glistening wet from his daughter’s spit, and plunged it into her pussy, forced the barrel past her lips, felt flesh tear before it surrendered. Hurry. Roy’s heart sank. “No, you fucking cumrag. Well,” she sighed, “I need a shower.” She hurried up the stairs. The air conditioning had been cranked to below freezing in his absence. And oh, Lord almighty, the screams.The screams! “Doesn’t she have something…already?
