“Okay,” she dropped to her knees in front of him. “We can do it here,” Sasha said, her white cheeks growing red with shyness. He followed the girl into the house and was led into the living room, a leather couch laid out. His day getting a whole lot better by the second. “Well, he's not here,” she said, turning from him and shaking her ass playfully. In disbelief, Darnell asked stupidly, “Where's your dad?” I sure am!” he said, trying to figure out what the hell the girl was talking about. He must be pretty in debt to you for you to get this.” You're even bigger than Antoine's last guy. Sasha examined his clothes and the box in his hands. Admiring the girl, he realized none had ever been this sexy. Women had tried to flirt with him before. “Are you him?” Sasha asked, straightening her hair over her firm tits. His cock immediately hardened as a small white girl in booty jeans, a tanktop, and confident facial expressions stood in front of him. Waiting a few seconds, he knelt down to set the parcel down. He approached the door with a small parcel. He would be done early, so that was a plus. Knock, wait for an answer, leave the package, and next house. He didn't mind it because most of the rich guys were at work this early in the afternoon. The door to the next house was in a rich neighborhood. Darnell, who stood at 6'4” and muscular and black as night, could not be in a worse mood. Then, his boss, finding out he had been drinking on lunch breaks, said that he had one more strike until he was on his ass. First, his wife left him, having found the skinny white girl porn on his phone. #Booty shorts porn driver“I'll do it.”ĭarnell, who was a delivery driver for the Brown Delivery Company, had been having a bad day. “Yes, daddy,” she said, smiling slightly, aroused at the idea of getting to blow a large black man. “He said the next guy to knock on your door will be the one to collect my payment. “Jesus,” she muttered, her head exploding in fear for her dad. How many guys am I blowing to clear your debt?” “How many guys? Last time, the guy, Richard, I think was his name, said that he wouldn't mind if I got shared with a few guys. Realizing she was more annoyed by her father's crying than the task, she asked, “How many guys?” Turning back around, she mindlessly fixed the fit of her bra on her c-cup breasts. Still listening to her father as he began to cry on the other end of the phone, she checked her backside out, her firm peach butt barely fitting into her waist high jean shorts. Shoulder length dirty blond hair, pink pouty lips that fit symmetrically on her slight tanned Russian-ancestry face, and blue eyes that shined like diamonds. Sasha looked at the body length mirror in front of her and admired herself. “Let's just be glad Antoine gave us the choice to do this again versus breaking my legs.” He tried to make the last part sound hopeful. A shoo-in! I thought it would be easy money, honey,” he answered, clearly drunk. “What happened?” she asked, more concerned with the safety of her father than with the task she was going to have to do. She couldn't believe he would pull this stunt again. She couldn't believe her father as he phoned her right after she got home. All involved are fictionally over 18.īelow is a pic of the story's motivation. Daughter Pays off Dad's Debt (Part one of two)
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