The sound of violent groans and moans fill the silent tent. A lingering ache in between my thighs causes my eyes to shoot open as I remember what had happened the night before. Or more accurately, who I had done it with.
I see my father fisting his dick and clenching his teeth in an attempt to remain quiet as he watched something on his phone. Was daddy watching porn?
My question was answered when I heard a feminine voice say "dadddy please don't". Daddy? Was this some sort of kink that dad had. Is that why he.. made love to me last night? Did he make love to me. Or was that him just fucking.
My face flushed with red when another moan came out and I realised it was my voice in the video daddy was watching that was begging him to stop last night.
"Please please daddy you need to stop." My lower regions started to tingle as I heard the desperation in my voice mix with pleasure. It sounded like I enjoyed it. Did I?
"You're awake." Daddy looked at me as I bunched up the blankets to try to cover my naked breasts. He laughs, "nothing I haven't seen. Or touched."
"Come here" he motions to me. His voice was hard and raspy from the early morning. He wasn't asking me. But demanding.
"Kiss daddy's cock?" He asks with such innocence in his voice, as if he'd ask me to give him a hug.
My eyes betray my reluctance but daddy has none of it. He grabs the back of my head and gently pulls it down to his monstrou shaft that stands up tall. Purple veins bulge out as the same white liquid that I saw last night leaks out at the tip of his penis.
My tongue gently does little licks of his cock, his groans edge me to continue. I like making daddy feel good. "You're doing so well baby, your mother never gives me a decent blowjob."