Convince him.

"Why you gotta come over now slut? Got me kicked out," Tyler snapped.

You wanted to feel bad for him, but you didn't, you needed to get rid of this desire.

"I'm sorry daddy," you pouted, "But I was laying in bed and just couldn't stop thinking of this, big, fat, cock!" You looked him in the eyes again, and rubbed his crotch. It had become second nature at this point.

"Damn it's difficult to be mad when a girl like you is practically begging for it." He smiled, "But I really shouldnt."

You pulled his hand up to your breast, making him hold it, while your other hand found its way into his trousers, stroking his fat cock to hardness, "What about now Daddy? My little pink pussy is like, so wet for your big, black, cock." You pouted.

"I'm gonna regret this," he sighed, and embraced you, shoving his tongue down your throat. His hand remained on your breast squeezing it tight, as did yours on his hard cock as it stretched down his trouser leg.

This embrace made it through your friends front door, waking him up, neither of you paid him much mind as he watched you make your way into his, or rather your, room. The door shut behind you. Your friends mouth agape at what he just saw.