Roy licked his lips watching the gun slide between his daughter’s luscious tits. Her lips were glossy with lip-balm, and her perfume was childishly sweet-smelling. No, he knew. In the threshold of the room she and her sister had shared for seventeen years. “I kind of wanted to hit up the Food Court for lunch. Before I hurt…
The door opened and someone else entered the restroom. Let’s see how wet you are you stupid fucking slut.”
Keeping the gun pressed against her stomach, Roy buried his face between his daughter’s legs, drank in the sight of her gorgeous, perfect, pink and shaved pussy. You’re all…red.”
Just then, the phone vibrated on the counter. Mine. His security. Isn’t that what a man was expected to do, when they ran out of money? He pulled out his phone and texted her, frantic. It wasn’t broken after all. “Just use the Discover card.” And then she hung up. “Yes. It wasn’t broken after all. “No no no”. He breathed in sharply as his eyes travelled north, as if they did not belong to him. “It’s…” he said, lifting his eyes to meet hers in the dressing room mirror.
