Peeking through the half-open door of your daughter’s room, you see her tutor on his knees between those spread legs—thick thighs shaking as he eats out a dripping pussy that shouldn’t be this wet. She arches off the couch cushions when his tongue hits her clit, fingers tangled in his hair like she wants to get caught. Then he flips her onto all fours and slams into that tight ass from behind while she moans loud enough for anyone outside to hear. When he pulls out mid-thrust and sprays across her back instead of inside? She licks her lips and says ‘next time.’ No condom. No shame.
