Offers come in

The chat erupts with dollar amounts and crude promises until a private message blinks. "I'll let you destroy my mom's tight ass if I get first dibs on your slut," writes Tyler, attaching a photo of his mother bent over a kitchen counter in leopard print lingerie. John's cock twitches at the thought of splitting the milf's wrinkled asshole while Camila watches. He screenshots the offer and shoves his phone in Camila's face. "Looks like you'll be cleaning another man's cum out of your daughter's cunt tomorrow," he growls, grabbing her hair to **** her onto his rehardening dick.

John's fingers hovered over the screen, ready to seal Michelle's fate with Tyler's offer, when Jimmy's private message notification came in. He opened it greedily, pupils dilating at the image of two women passed out on a couch - one in her late 40s with stretch marks visible beneath her crop top, the other barely legal with smeared lipstick staining her chin. "Aunt Lisa gets handsy when she's blackout," Jimmy's message read, "and my cousin Emma? She'll suck anything that moves once the peach schnapps hits."

John's free hand fisted in Camila's hair, yanking her mouth deeper onto his thickening cock as he thrust the phone against her tear-streaked cheek. "Which prize gets my cum first?" he rasped, scrolling between Tyler's milf spread open with leopard-print thong snapped to the side and Jimmy's **** relatives. Camila's muffled moan vibrated around his shaft as her eyes locked on the cousin's limp form, drool glistening between parted lips. "Th-the... the girl," she choked around his girth, tongue lapping at his leaking tip. "Make Michelle watch while that...."