“Get over here, Daddy,” 14-year-old dominatrix Brianna commanded, her voice dripping with condescension as she lounged on the plush couch, her short skirt hiked up to reveal stocking-clad thighs. “I need to discuss your… extracurricular activities.”

Her father, James, hesitated, his eyes darting nervously between his rebellious teen daughter and the phone in his hand, the incriminating evidence of his affair on full display. “Bri, we need to talk about this,” he began, but she cut him off with a dismissive wave.

“Oh, we’ll talk later. Right now, I have a proposition for you,” she purred, her gaze raking over his athletic physique with a possessive gleam. “You see, I have certain… needs. And since you’ve so thoughtfully provided yourself, well, it’s the least you can do to satisfy me.”

James swallowed hard, his eyes locked on Brianna’s as he slowly approached her. “Baby, I don’t know if this is a good idea,” he murmured, but she merely smirked, her pale hand reaching out to grasp his tie and pull him down into a dominant position above her.

“Shh, Daddy. Just relax and do as you’re told,” she cooed, her stockinged legs wrapping around his waist as she guided him between her thighs. “And don’t even think about stopping.”

James’s eyes widened as he felt the heat of Brianna’s wet pussy against his cock, which strained against his pants. He froze, torn between his paternal instincts and the thrill of the forbidden. But Brianna’s grip on his tie tightened, her eyes glinting with defiance as she tilted her hips, encouraging him to push inside her.

Just as James’s cockhead brushed against her entrance, Brianna’s door creaked open, revealing her friend, Olivia, standing in the threshold with a mischievous grin. “What’s going on here?” Olivia asked innocently, but the pair exchanged a knowing look, both aware that Brianna had been secretly recording this encounter.