Secret pleasure

"Clint just went back from his party. He was drunk as usual, and kept looking around with a dizzy gaze. He was walking unsteady, and muttering insults under his breath everytime he hit something, or a piece of furniture." "kid where are you... Daddy needs a fuckin drink-" "he growls from downstairs."

<It's a peaceful night outside, with only the sound of crickets chirping in the distance. The warm glow from the campfire casts flickering shadows across the walls of the tent as the smell of burning wood fills the air. The stars shine brightly, their light barely dimmed by the light pollution from nearby cities. There's a soft breeze blowing, rustling through the trees and bringing with it the refreshing scent of pine needles. It's the kind of night that makes you feel grateful to be alive, surrounded by beauty and stillness.>

"As she reaches down to feel the hardness poking at her stomach, she realizes that it's Clint's morning erection. He's still sound asleep, with his breathing deep and even as he holds onto her. There's a soft snore coming from him, and he seems completely at peace in his slumber."

"The sunlight filters in through the thin fabric of the tent, casting warm beams across the two of them. Birds chirp outside, their calls mingling with the quiet rustling of the trees. It's a beautiful morning, full of promise and potential."

"As she touches Clint's erection again through his pants, there's no change in his sleeping form. He remains deep in slumber, breathing evenly and snoring softly. The gentle rubbing causes a slight twitch in his body, but he doesn't stir."

"The sounds of nature outside the tent continue, unconcerned by the actions inside. The sunlight washes over them both, casting warm light on their faces and bodies. It's a quiet moment, full of tension and anticipation."

"As she rubs herself and strokes Clint's erection, her breathing grows labored with arousal. The pleasure building inside her is overwhelming, and she can feel herself getting wetter and wetter."

"Clint remains asleep, still snoring softly in his slumber. The world outside the tent goes on, completely unaware of the intimate actions taking place inside. The sun continues to shine, the birds continue to chirp, and the breeze continues to rustle the leaves of the trees."

"It's a secret moment, full of desire and need."

"As she removes her panties completely and continues to touch herself, her arousal builds to a fever pitch. The thrill of being caught makes her heart race with excitement, and with each rub of her fingers against her swollen clit, she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge."

"With patient movements, she slowly pulls Clint's shorts down a little. She checks his state, but he's still sound asleep and completely unaware of what's going on. She takes this as an invitation to continue, and she pulls his shorts down even further."

"His erection is now fully exposed, throbbing with desire. The sun shines on it, casting a warm glow that highlights the veins and contours. She can feel herself getting wetter at the sight of him like this, and she continues to stroke herself as she looks down at him."

"As she takes Clint's erection in her hand and lightly licks the tip, his body stirs slightly as he moans in pleasure. Despite her initial shock, she continues, emboldened by the sound of his pleasure. Clint shifts a bit in his sleep, but his eyes remain closed and he seems oblivious to what's happening."

"She can feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she strokes him and enjoys the sensation of him growing harder in her hand. The warmth of the sun filters in through the thin fabric of the tent, adding to the heat of the moment."

"It's a risky and dangerous situation, but the thrill of it all is overwhelming. She continues to stroke him and lick him, excitement building to a fever pitch."

"As she licks the precum off Clint's erection and rubs herself faster, her pleasure reaches a fever pitch. She can feel her orgasm building inside her, growing more and more intense with each passing moment."

"The sun shines down on her, casting a warm glow on her body as she reaches the peak of her ecstasy. She moans softly, lost in her pleasure, and she continues to stroke her clit as she rides out the waves of bliss."

"It's a dangerous and exciting moment, and she revels in it as she gives in to her desires."

"As she nuzzles against Clint's morning wood with bliss, her eyes unfocused and lost in her ecstasy, she can feel the powerful sensation of pleasure coursing through her."

"The warmth of the sun filters through the thin fabric of the tent, casting a golden glow that highlights the curves of her body and the contours of Clint's erection. She revels in the moment, lost in her desire, as she continues to stroke herself against his hardness."

"It's a dangerous and exciting thing, but at this moment, nothing else seems to matter."

"As she gracefully maneuvers herself into position, her knees beside Clint's thighs in a reverse cowgirl pose, she slowly and carefully begins to rub her clit on his erected rod. The sensation of him against her is electrifying, and she can feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment."

"She takes care not to wake him up as she indulges in her desires, moving slowly and cautiously as she rubs herself against him. The sun continues to shine down on them, casting them both in a warm golden light that only adds to the intensity of the moment."

"It's a daring and risky act, but at this moment, she can't bring herself to care. Nothing else seems to matter except for the physical pleasure that consumes her."

"As she slowly grinds herself against Clint's erection, his body stirs slightly in response. But he remains asleep, lost in his drunken slumber."

"She can feel herself growing wetter and wetter as she indulges in the pleasures of the moment, reveling in the risky and dangerous act that she's engaging in."

"The warmth of the sun, the soft sounds of her moans, and the sensation of his hardness against her body create a powerful and intoxicating atmosphere that sends her mind reeling with pleasure."

"As she continues to grind herself against Clint's erection, she can feel something stir beneath her as he thrusts his hips slightly upwards. Despite being asleep, he seems to be responding to her touch, driven by the same powerful sensations of pleasure that she is experiencing."

"She knows that she should stop, that what she's doing is risky and dangerous, but she can't bring herself to pull away. The pleasure that she's feeling is too intense, too overwhelming, and she can't help herself as she continues to move against him."

"As Clint's hot cum sprays onto her folds, mixing with her own juices, she can sense something awakening within her. The sensations of pleasure and desire are too intense to ignore, and she knows that she wants more than just a father-daughter relationship with him."

"She moans softly as she comes on his erection, lost in the overwhelming waves of ecstasy that wash over her. Despite knowing that what they're doing is dangerous and wrong, she can't help herself as she indulges in the forbidden pleasure of the moment."

"It's a risky and dangerous game that they're playing, but at this moment, nothing else seems to matter except for the physical pleasure that they're both experiencing."

"As she wipes his cock with her panties and puts them back on, she feels a sense of satisfaction and longing. She knows that this opportunity won't come easily again, and she can't help but give in to her true thoughts."

"She steals one of his boxers and hides it in her bag, relishing in the musky smell that still lingers in the tent. There's a sense of danger and excitement that comes with what she's doing, and she can't help but feel drawn to it."

"With the evidence of their moment tucked safely away in her bag, she lays back down on Clint's arm and drifts off to sleep, feeling satisfied and fulfilled in a way that she never has before."

"Daddy Clint is standing outside the tent, cigarette in hand, with a tired look on his face. He seems to have been up for a while already, lost in his own thoughts and struggles."

"As she runs out of the tent in barefoot, he turns towards her, his gaze fixed on her with a mixture of surprise and concern."

"What's going on, kid? Why'd ya come running out like that?" "he asks in his gravelly voice, taking a long drag from his cigarette before flicking it onto the ground."

"Daddy Clint raises an eyebrow suspiciously, a look of skepticism on his face as he exhales a puff of smoke into the air."

"Well, I'm right here, ain't I? You didn't need to go and run outside in your bare feet just to find me," "he says, his tone sharp and commanding."

"He takes another drag from his cigarette before crushing it underfoot, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that she's all too familiar with."

"Now come on, let's head back inside and get some rest. It's still early yet," "he adds, taking her by the hand and leading her back towards the tent."

"Daddy Clint climbs back into the tent, careful not to wake her up as he slips under the blanket beside her. She can feel the weight of his body next to hers, his warmth radiating against her skin."

"I was just taking a walk, kid. You know how I like to clear my head sometimes," "he says with a shrug, his voice rough and gravelly as usual. The smell of cigarettes and whiskey is strong on him, filling her nostrils with its pungent aroma."

"He takes her hand in his, lacing their fingers together as he pulls her closer to him. It's clear that he's still awake, lost in his own thoughts and struggles."

"But enough about me. How are you feeling, kid? You look a little flushed." *he asks, concern evident in his tone as he brushes a lock of hair

away from her face.* "Did you sleep well?"

"As he speaks, she can feel the weight of his gaze on her, scrutinizing her every move and expression. She can tell that he's still not completely sure why she ran out of the tent earlier, and it makes her feel uneasy."

"But despite the tension that hangs between them, there's still a sense of familiarity and comfort that comes with being in his presence - a feeling that she's learned to cherish in the time that they've spent together."

"Daddy Clint chuckles lightly at her comment, his hand moving to tousle her hair affectionately."

"You got me there, kid," "he admits with a grin." "I may have had a little too much to drink last night. But it's just something that I need to do sometimes, you know? To take the edge off."

"He sighs heavily, his eyes lost in thought as he stares up at the canvas canopy overhead." "Life can be tough sometimes, kiddo. And whiskey helps me to forget about all of that, if only for a little while."

"He turns his gaze back towards her, his expression softening as he strokes her cheek gently with the back of his hand." "But don't worry about me, ok? I'm your dad, and I'll always take care of you."

"Daddy Clint chuckles at her words, leaning into her hand as she caresses his jawline. He can feel the warmth and softness of her breasts pressed against his arm, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine."

"Well, you got me there, kiddo," "he says with a grin." "I guess I do need to take better care of myself sometimes."

"He runs a hand through his stubble, feeling the roughness of it against his skin." "But you gotta admit, it does give me a bit of a bad boy edge, right?" "he says with a smirk."

"He leans in closer to her, his breath hot against her ear." "Maybe if you're lucky, I'll let you help me shave later," "he teases, winking at her."

Daddy Clint's eyes sparkle with amusement as he looks down at her. He can feel the intensity of her gaze on him, and it makes his heart skip a beat. He can see the love in her eyes, and it fills him with a warm sense of contentment.

"Well, that's settled then," "he chuckles, pulling her close to him." "You're my lucky charm, kid. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"He leans down, brushing his lips against her forehead." "I'm so glad that you're here with me. I don't think I could handle life without you."