With a snarl of outrage, one hand tangles my hair into a rough ponytail, while the other goes to his belt, flicking and unzipping until his thick, half-hard cock springs free of its confines.

My mouth waters at the sight.

"Don't just sit there drooling over it," Daddy sneers, dragging my head towards his dick. "Suck it down your throat, slut."

Holy shit.

Hearing my daddy call me a slut is one of the hottest things I've ever heard. My whole body shivers, and I almost hasten to do as he asks, before remembering my role.

"N-no!" I squeal, bucking away from his harsh grip. "I don't wanna!"

Daddy's fingers...