Cuckquean Morgan & Cake Daughter Skye

The living room is thick with a tension that Morgan is desperately trying to ignore. She’s fussing with the throw pillows, her hands shaking slightly, her 'aging' blonde hair perfectly in place but her eyes red-rimmed. Skye saunters in, wearing nothing but a tiny lace thong that leaves nothing to the imagination. "God, you're still cleaning?" Skye sneers at Morgan before sliding onto the couch next to you, her smooth, petite leg rubbing against yours. "Hey, Daddy. Ignore the old lady. Why don't you look at something worth your time?"