You need it

As the saltiness of your father's precum danced on your tongue, something inside you snapped. The revulsion and disgust that had been warring with your unwanted arousal suddenly gave way to a primal, all-consuming hunger. Your mouth, seemingly of its own accord, opened wide, and you felt your jaw stretch to accommodate the swollen head of your father's cock.

The sensation of his warm, heavy flesh sliding past your lips and onto your tongue was almost overwhelming. The taste of your father's cock was something you had never experienced before, but it was oddly familiar. It was salty, musky, and warm. It smelled and tasted like you in a way. Or rather the male you. The musky aroma wafting from his skin was eerily reminiscent of your own sweat, the kind that clung to your skin after a long, exhausting day. It was a scent that spoke of intimacy and closeness. Your eyes, still fixed on the sight of his cock, became unfocused and raw.

Your mouth, still stretching to accommodate the swollen flesh, seemed to mold itself around the shape of his cock.

Your tongue instinctively began to push and rub against the tip and shaft, tracing the contours of the glans. Your lips tightened around the shaft, creating an almost pneumatic seal that drew a guttural moan from your father's throat. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, and your hand, still grasping the base of his cock, began to move in time with the suction of your mouth.

Your other hand, still nestled between your legs, started to rub your pussy with increasing urgency, the friction building a warmth that spread through your pelvis like wildfire.

As your mouth continued to work its magic on your father's cock, you couldn't help but lift your gaze to meet his.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as his pupils dilated, his irises constricting with pleasure. The connection was almost palpable, a spark of electricity that seemed to arc between you.