Hell no

John reacted quickly, slapping Michelle across the face. "Shut your mouth, whore."

But Camila intervened, saying sternly, "John, stop." He obeyed and glanced up at the mature woman.

Just when Michelle thought she might be rescued by her own mother, she was proven wrong as her mother continued speaking. "If you're going to treat her like that, do it not in the front yard, do it in the house or the backyard. We have privacy back there," she gestured towards the backyard. A sinister smile spread across John's face as he grabbed Michelle by her raven locks and dragged her towards the front door. At the top of the steps, Michelle pleaded with her mother for help, but instead received a stinging slap across the cheek. "Shut your mouth, you little bitch," her mother spat before turning to John and instructing him: "Bring her to the pool in the back. We can teach this slutty, disobedient ass a lesson in private."

"Of course, whatever you want me to do," John responded before giving her a deep, possessive kiss. Michelle could only lay there in shock and disbelief as she realized just how twisted and dangerous her mother truly was.

John's rough grasp pulls her through the house, his grip tight and unwavering. Her mother's voice rings out in the distance, urging them on with promises of more "fun." John nods eagerly, his eyes glazed over as he drags her out to the pool deck. Without hesitation, he tosses her to the ground and pounces on top of her, his hands tearing at her clothes. She cries out in fear and pain, but she knows it's useless - no one can hear her in this isolated place. As she sobs, John continues to beat and berate her.

"Shut up, you dumb slut," he sneers as he rips off all of her remaining clothing. With a cruel grin, he flips her over and lines up his cock with her exposed ass.