He went down on his knees. With his cock towering so tall, he seemed to be sliding down a pole, like a firefighter called to a raging inferno. His cockhead loomed so high now that it was damned near brushing him under the chin.

He didn't touch her for a moment. He knelt there, drinking her in with his eyes, like a glutton presented with a banquet and salivating over the feast ahead of him. He gazed at her cute tits, then into her groin, licking his lips hungrily as she jerked her pussy up.

Her cunt looked like a delicate pink shellfish served in a French cream sauce.

Leaning forward, he flicked the tip of his tongue against a swollen tit tip. He licked the other nubbin and ran his lapper up through her cleavage. Turning his face from side to side, he nursed on her stiff nipples in turn, whetting his appetite for the main course below, steaming in her crotch, wafting up succulent aromas to his nostrils like a caldron of boiling stew ready to be served.

Ginny arched her back, grinding her tits around in his face, cradling his head to her adoringly. Her tit tips were expanding in his lips. It felt lovely. But Ginny was much, much too hot and horny to need any foreplay, and she knew his mouth would feel even better on her cunt.

"Daddy – Daddy – go down on me!" she whined.

Mike groaned and began to slide down, licking her tummy and probing into her belly button, lingering over the preliminaries as he approached the fragrant feast.

His tongue ran through her blonde cunt down. Teasing her – and himself – he by-passed her pussy and began to lick up the flesh of her inner thighs, tasting the cunt juice that had already trickled down from her foaming fount.

Ginny hiked her ass up, shoving her cunt out. "Do me, Daddy – I'm so fucking hot!" she begged, jerking her groin convulsively in his face.