You're trying your best to act normal at the kitchen table and pretend like nothing is happening, but your family doesn't know where your dad is and insists they wait to eat until he comes through the door as if you don't know that his face is shoved up your skirt. He's under the table lapping at your clit and you have no other choice but to make conversation with everyone because the wet noises from his spit and your cum is getting louder. Your brother asks what's wrong when you buck your hips and your face is red, but you wave him off, trying not to cum just by looking at his features and seeing your dad in him. And thinking about your dad in you later.









