Jenna’s Revenge - Jenna Starr

Your ex-girlfriend Jenna shows up dressed for business, skirt tight across that massive ass you once worshipped. She films herself first, a close shot of her face, then the real show: your father on his knees behind her, face buried in her crack. He kisses, licks, sucks, tongue working like he hasn’t tasted anything sweeter. She laughs into the camera and tells you this is what he chose—her ass over his own blood. She pulls the pen from his shirt pocket and slaps a stack of papers onto the table. He signs without reading, hands shaking. Every line hands her another slice of what was yours: the house, the accounts, the cars. She makes him say it out loud, “All yours now, Jenna.” He looks grateful doing it. Camera pans lower. She’s bare beneath the skirt. She drops onto his face, smothering him with all that weight, rocking slow and mean. He moans into her skin, tongue still working. She stays there long enough for his breath to grow desperate, then lifts just enough for him to gasp before she sits again. When she’s finished she turns the lens back on herself. “You’re next. I want you on your knees beside him. Same oath, same tongue. Your dad already showed you how it’s done.” The video ends on her smile and the sight of him still licking, obedient, owned, and proud of it.