I stood on the bed, legs spread wide, looking down at the two helpless women beneath me—mother and daughter, both trapped in my game.
I fisted my hand in Angeline's hair, yanking her head back to expose the pale column of her neck. My other hand gripped her soft cheek, my fingers pressing hard until her small mouth was forced open with a faint whimper.
"Hnnngh..."
"Open wider, you little slut," I hissed.
I guided the swollen tip of my erection to her lips, tapping it against them lightly.
Angeline obeyed, but her eyes were fixed on her mother's sleeping, vulnerable face right in front of her. I could see something break inside her—a mental barrier shattering as she realized the depth of her degradation.
Finally.
Slowly, I pushed my shaft into her warm mouth.
"Ahh... fuck..." I groaned, savoring the wet heat and the soft texture of her tongue. "This filthy mouth was made for this."
