You're a log

You should say something, you shouldn't let this go any further, but your body was ****, and your own mind wanted to see just how far your father might go.

You say nothing, before you hear his sigh of relief followed by the sound of him lubricating his cock with your honey, allowing a wet schlicking noise to fill the tent. Again, his fingers dipped between your legs, scooping your wetness up. Your pussy was flooding now, it was so hot at this point that you needed relief no matter if it drew your father's attention.

You groaned, causing your father to shrink back into his bag at the fear of being caught, as you turned quickly to your side, facing away from your father. It was here that you slid your hand to the front of your pussy and stroked your clit to relieve the heat, hoping your daddy wouldn't hear the sounds over his own stroking.