He was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. The kind who could get a woman's panties wet just with a look, the kind who would ride a woman hard and fast, make her c*m around his c*ck until she screamed and begged, then toss her away, sweaty and still panting, along with the used condom even before her c*m had dried on her thighs. And Vera was walking straight to him with the most precious thing in her life: her beloved daughter.