Faye Runaway

Man, I thought I'd raised Faye right as my sweet little girl, but nah—she's blasting rap beats, glued to BET, and hanging with those black studs nonstop. Our blowouts damn near gave me a heart attack, so I dragged her ass to Dr. Harvard for some fix-up therapy. Dude's methods? Total head-scratcher. He says I gotta watch her bang a black guy right in front of me to mend our bond. I'm drenched in sweat, heart pounding, as my princess does filthy shit straight out of my nightmares. There I sit, glued to the chair, seeing her wrap those lips—same ones I spoon-fed baby food to—around Jack Napier's thick black cock, slurping and sucking like a pro. I figured that was the peak of hell, but then he rams that massive black hose deep into her tight, naughty pussy, pounding away while my pulse races like a jackhammer. I'm torn between shitting bricks or dropping dead, but it wraps up when Faye wipes that sticky mess off her smirking mouth. And get this—the old man's footing the whole damn therapy bill!