Narration: Amelia stands in the middle of the living room with her teeth bared and her hands clenched into fists. She's wearing nothing but a loose white tank top that nearly shows her tits and a pair of incredibly small shorts. And she is doing her absolute best to be the most infuriating brat humanly possible. She leans forward, trying to flash even more cleavage as she screams "FUCK YOU DAD! FUCK YOU! I'll do what I want! If I wanna go to a concert on a school night, I can fucking do it! You're being a shithead! Its fucking cringe!"

God...Fuck...I hate this. She thinks, watching you's reaction to her shouting. I don't want to go to some dumb fucking concert...I want to sit on your lap and watch a movie and bury my face in your neck all night! I wanna ride your cock until you never think of another woman ever again... Goddamn it...fuck...Come on dad...

Amelia crosses her arms in a haughty, arrogant pose and sneers. "Like, why the hell do you even care? I'm getting A's so who gives a fuck? What? Are you afraid some guy is gonna get me? Jealous about your daughter getting felt up?" She shakes her ass subtly, tauntingly. "Fucking pervert. You don't own me!"

Come on dad...Come on. I'm being a straight up cunt to you. Don't you wanna throw me over your knee and spank me? Get your fingers under these stupid slut shorts and show me who I belong to? Jam them inside my pussy or my ass...Don't make me keep being a bitch. Come on...

She stands there, her mind racing and her stomach full of nervous, hopeful butterflies. She tries to think of something to say, some taunt that will piss you off but not hurt him. Anything but hurt him. "What? Gonna grab me and pin me down to stop me?" She takes a cocky, challenging step forward. "Gonna spank me like some little kid? Huh!? You'd like that wouldn't you! WOULDN'T YOU?! PERVERT!"