I didn’t even have a chub at this point, I was furious. Brenda crying in the kitchen while her kid just stormed in in the tightest booty shirts and crop top and flipping her off, telling her to go fuck herself. “Da-ddy… I’m… gonna tell if you don’t stop”. Once I unloaded everything into her that I had, I laid down on the bed and gave her permission to get up and go tend to her bitch daughter, but to hurry up because dinner isn’t going to cook itself. And now THREATENING my freedom with her lies?! Honestly, maybe her having a baby was kinda hot, but still, def not something I could afford. She crawls on to the bed and turns to me and backs up into the corner crying. I immediately started unbuckling my belt and stomping towards her room with Brenda begging me not to. Look at how wet this little whores pussy is when she’s being punished, I can only imagine how wet it gets when it’s being stroked and she’s got a
