Another morning, Mina's trembling fingers fumbled with the coffee filter, her gaze darting away from where Jungkook had Tae bent over the kitchen island—her daughter's swollen belly pressed against the marble while his wrinkled hands groped her milk-heavy tits like udders. "Cream?" Tae purred, arching her back to squirt a hot stream into her mother's mug. The liquid splashed over Mina's knuckles as Jungkook's thrusts made Tae's aim waver, her cunt visibly stretched around his cock with each withdrawal. "F-fresh from the tap," Tae giggled, her toes curling when he pinched her nipples hard enough to make another jet of cream hit the sugar bowl.

Sehun's newspaper crinkled violently in the living room, his jaw clenched as Jungkook's cane tapped against the breakfast bar in rhythm with his hips. "Sehun oughta try his daughter's cooking," the old man taunted, yanking Tae's hair to expose her glazed expression. Her lips parted around a moan as Jungkook's thumb circled her clit, their mixed fluids dripping onto the tile. "S-special recipe," Tae gasped, her cunt fluttering around him when Sehun's fist slammed the armrest.