Olivia's POV
Christopher wasn't chatting with Ashley; he was deleting messages one after another with mechanical precision. My eyes darted to the screen as he paused on one message thread. A flood of texts filled the screen, each more graphic than the last.
Ashley: Daddy, you made my pussy so wet last night. Can't stop thinking about how you stretched me out.
Christopher: You loved every second of it, didn't you? Tell me how much you need my big cock.
Ashley: So much. I want you to fuck my tight asshole again. It still aches from the last time.
Christopher: You deserve it. You are such a good girl for me. How about a little rougher next time?
Ashley: Please, Daddy. I want it rough. Tie me up and make me scream your name.
Christopher: And those perfect tits of yours, they're begging for attention.
Ashley: Yes! Squeeze them, slap them. Make my nipples hard for you.
Christopher: Such a dirty slut, aren't you? You love when I spank that ass until it's red.