Outraged by the c****s in Belle's facade of perfectionism, Janet ignored her mother's scolding. She no longer felt bad about f*****g Vincent nonstop.
If Belle could betray them all for Jax's d**k, why shouldn't Janet indulge in daddy's?
Suddenly Vincent's existence seemed so… lonely.
Janet found herself as much angry for him as for herself and her sisters.
"You're a f*****g hypocrite," Janet snarled at her mother, then grabbed Vincent's shoulders and started riding him, sliding up and down his c**k with renewed vigor. "Daddy can f**k whoever he wants too, if Jax can plough all my sisters and still somehow be loved by you," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of fury, hurt and arousal.
Deep down, Janet knew she wasn't being smart.
Just because her mom wasn't perfect, trying
