I started unzipping his pants, so eager to wrap my lips around his d**k and prove I was slut enough for being a porn star. The man groaned as I did that. He made this strangled sound as I reached into his fly and felt him hard in his pants.
"Annie?" he croaked.
I knew that voice.
"D-daddy?" I gasped, my hand slipping through his fly into his boxers to hold his d**k.
"Annie, what are you doing?" he gasped.
This was my father. Of course, he would walk home through the park. Mom hated it because she was afraid he'd get stabbed. I should have thought of that, but now it was too late. Now I had to f**k him to prove I was slut enough for porn.
And because it would keep him from grounding me for life.
"Sorry, Daddy," I gasped and kissed him.
I had no choice but to make out with him. No ch
