Punk Daughter

Kim stood with one leg raised, and a sassy look on her face. She scrunched her lips and rolled her eyes as she saw John

"Seriously, dad?" she sighed as she sexually strutted to John's chair at the desk and plopped down.

"Problem?" John replied

"Uh, well, you're over here fucking this girl who has god knows what written on her. And I'm apparently stuck here watching" she sighed as she flipped her phone out of her shorts and into her hand.

"Whateves. I'm gonna text while you... do whatever the hell this is"