Distant thoughts floated through my head while I continued working on his c**k. Were there cars next to us? Could anyone see what I was doing? Somehow, the thought that someone could so easily peek in and witness the debauchery that was occurring in my father's lap made me extremely aroused. My p***y started tingling.
One of my dad's hands slapped against the back of my head suddenly and I realized I could hear him struggling to catch his breath. His exhales were shallow and his body had started to shake. I felt his fingers clenching around my skull. He wasn't trying to push my head down. It was more like he was holding on.
Yanking my head upward until only the tip remained in my mouth, I started swirling my tongue around it. I pressed at each side and even against the little slit at the
