Grinning, all of his embarrassment fading away as pure lust filled him, he held the panties up to his face. He sniffed, inhaling her sweet aroma, sighing as he breathed that tantalizing fragrance in.

He began to lick the crotchband.

Ginny saw her father's tongue gliding through the film of cunt-cum that was congealed in the crotchband.

He lapped and sucked on the flavorsome wisp of black cloth, then stuffed the panties into his mouth and chomped, shaking them in his teeth tike a terrier shaking a wet rat and Ginny swayed, panting like a steam engine.

She was afraid he might hear her breathing so heavily. But Mike was panting just as much, himself, and the rush of blood in his ears had impaired his hearing.

He was sucking her pussy nectar up ravenously.

Ginny just had to wonder what it would feel like to have her handsome daddy go down on her, burying his head between her thighs. It was evident that he relished her cunt juice – think how he would cherish drinking it by the mouthful, right out her pussy.

Ginny's fantasies had been limited to playing the peeper – up until the moment. Now she was starting to think about the thrill of audience participation.

She couldn't have sex with her father, the young girl told herself. Could she? She was too horny to think clearly, and all of her inhibitions were melting away in the intense heat of her depraved desire.

Her pretty face had become a mask of passion, eyes narrowed, lips slack. Her tits heaved and her pussy spilled out lavish flows of cunt juice. Every nerve in her splashy young body her own carnal passion and taboo emotions. Her lovely little face was like a looking glass, reflecting the twisted desire that was contorting her daddy's features.

He grunted, whipping his prick through his pounding fist as he neared the peak. Ginny could hear his hot cockmeat hiss through his palm.