My father and I share a unique and intimate bond. Every night, after the rest of the household has drifted off to sleep, we have a secret rendezvous in my room. Our passion ignites as he gently takes me from behind, his love for my burps only adding to the intensity. Each time we make love, he demands to hear my burps, and I oblige eagerly. The sound of my belches mixes with our moans as we reach new heights of pleasure. And when we both finally reach climax, I unleash one final, earth-shattering burp that leaves us both gasping for air. This is our ritual, our special connection that brings us closer together in more ways than one.