Derek lay in the dark, Lydia curled peacefully against his chest, her breathing slow and even. He couldn’t close his eyes. Every time he tried, the same images flashed: Stiles’s fat tits bouncing while she called him daddy, her tight asshole stretching around his cock, the way she’d whispered “goodnight, daddy” while grinding on him right under his family’s roof.
His son’s girlfriend.




















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