Continue to use her

John pulled his still-slick cock free of Sasha’s stretched, cum-filled ass with a wet pop. Thick white ropes immediately began to leak from her ruined hole and trickle down over her used cunt. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her upright onto her knees on the mattress, forcing her face level with his glistening, cum-and-ass-smeared shaft.

“Clean it,” he ordered. “Every fucking inch. Tongue out. Get it shiny.”

Sasha’s eyes were glassy with tears and shock. She opened her mouth and dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting the bitter mix of her own ass, her cunt, and the heavy load he had just dumped inside her. He held her head steady and fed her more, making her take the head into her mouth and suck while her tongue worked the shaft. Spit and residual cum ran down her chin.

“That’s it. Good little cock-cleaner. Now beg me to degrade your mother. Out loud. Let her hear how much you want me to call her a whore.”

Sasha’s voice cracked. “Please… please degrade her. Call her a whore. Tell her she’s nothing but a used-up cumdump. Please…”

John smiled coldly. He yanked his cock from her mouth, gathered a thick wad of spit, and let it splash across her face. Then he slapped her hard enough to snap her head to the side. The sharp crack echoed in the room. Another slap followed, leaving a vivid red print on her cheek.

He shoved his cock back between her lips and started face-fucking her in earnest. Both hands locked in her hair as he used her throat like a sleeve, slamming forward until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Sasha gagged violently; tears streamed, mascara running, spit and precum frothing around her stretched lips. Her throat convulsed around him. She made wet, choking sounds and almost threw up, the muscles of her neck bulging as she fought the urge. John held her there a few extra seconds, watching her struggle, before pulling back just enough for her to drag in a ragged breath—then drove in again.

When he finally pulled out for good, his cock was shiny with her spit. He stroked it twice and unloaded across her face in thick, heavy ropes. Cum striped her forehead, coated one eye, dripped off her nose and into her open, gasping mouth. He smeared the last of it across her lips with the head of his cock.

“Thank me.”

Sasha’s voice was hoarse, broken. “Th-thank you…”

“Louder. And mean it.”

“Thank you for using my face. Thank you for cumming on me.”

John wiped his cock clean on her hair, then turned toward the bed where Rachel still lay bound and gagged, eyes wide with horror as she watched her daughter’s humiliation.

He stepped closer, cock still half-hard and swinging. “I’ve got both of you on camera now. Mother and daughter. Two generations of whores. I will release every second of it OnlyFans, every site that will take it, every contact list I can find unless you come with us right now. Back to Camila’s place. You’re going to fuck both of us. Me and Camila. No interruptions. No daughters walking in. Just you, on your back and on your knees, until we’re finished.”