Allie Foster

Damn, my little girl Allie Foster thinks she can push Daddy around just 'cause I let her crash here after turning legal. But respect? Ha, forget it—she's out partying till dawn, probably getting wild in ways that'd make my blood pressure spike. Then one afternoon, she barges in on my book time with this stud Charlie Mac, the black dude she's banging, and my gut twists. Right there in the living room, she locks lips with him, all hot and heavy, before dropping to her knees and giving him the kind of sloppy, eager head that reminds me of how I'd rock her mom's world back in the day. Feet from me, the guy who put her on this earth! Allie's cries and those filthy moans as he pounded her tight pussy, switching to her ass—interracial heat exploding everywhere—still ring in my ears like a naughty soundtrack. Now I let her screw whoever, but keep that shit out of my sight and earshot, you hear?