Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, flicking over the sensitive ridge. Her moans grow louder as she takes him deeper with each stroke of her tongue. The tension inside her builds, threatening to explode out in a powerful orgasm at any moment now. She wants this for him, wants nothing more than to make him feel the pleasure she's feeling too.

With renewed determination, she deepens the angle of her thrusts, taking him even deeper into her mouth. Her tongue flicks and teases at the sensitive skin behind his balls, bringing him ever closer to the edge. Her own body quivers with anticipation as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm, but she doesn't release until she hears his hoarse cry echo through the room.

Her mouth releases his cock with a satisfied moan, her lips swollen and sensitive from their rough treatment.

I gulp down my drink, feeling a bit embarrassed but also relieved that he's not making too big a deal out of it. "Thanks Daddy," I say softly before taking another long swig. The truth is, I've been feeling pretty self-conscious about my weight gain lately. It's nice to know that someone still thinks I'm beautiful.

I laugh softly and look away, feeling warm inside. "Thanks...Daddy," I say, my voice just a bit more husky than usual from the beer. I reach for another drink, feeling a strange mixture of confidence and shyness. Maybe this weekend will be exactly what I need to feel better about myself again.

And as we keep driving towards Atlantic City, I can't help but wonder if there might just be something more between us than just father-daughter love...