If his jizz would taste lovely lapped from her panties, Ginny could just imagine how scrumptious the stuff would be if she sucked it from his prick!

A hot flash shot though her loins. Ginny felt as hot as if she hadn't cum in a month. Her clit flared and her tongue salivated. The girl was amazed by the depth of her depraved desire.

Peeping had been a kick – but now she needed more.

Her incestuous urges were overwhelming all of her qualms, submerging her inhibitions. The girl was longing to break the taboo and taste the forbidden fruit, and even the fear of rejection was fading away.

After all, it was her daddy who had started it. He was the one who had come sneaking into her bedroom, where she had every right to be standing innocently in her own closet. It was all his fault, so why should she feel ashamed? If the man lusted for her lingerie, then how much more must he be yearning for her nubile body?

Then she saw, to her awe and respect, that his balls had started to fill up again already. Drop by precious drop, another cum-load was seeping into the sacs. His prick pulsed like a valve, inflating the balls at the base.

Mike was standing with his head tilted down, frowning slightly, as if he, too, were impressed by his potency. Then a wicked grin dragged his lips back from his teeth. He gripped his prick by the hilt and gave it a shake.

Droplets of cum sprayed from the weighted cock-knob, falling on the floor. He cracked his cock like a whip, and more cum dripped from it.

Holding his prick by the root, he moved back to the dresser. Tossing the soiled panties into the drawer – obviously hoping that his little girl would soon be stuffing her nubile crotch into them and soaking up his second-hand cum in her cunt – he fumbled around for another pair into which to spill his next load of jism.