Fight back

"Fuck you, slut."

The words escape your mouth, unbidden. Caught in the throes of your desire to cum inside something, you grab Hayden by her hair, roughly, and push her face first against the wall beside the door jam.

She pants, huskily, as you place your mouth against her ear, your eyes never leaving the sight of your daughter frantically rubbing her wet twat. "Is this what you want, whore?", to which she moans, hungrily.

Your fingers pry her jeans and panties down, and you force them down her legs to her knees, which are trembling with excitement.

Your rock hard cock rubs against her arse cheeks as she moans anew.