Ginny had the head of her father's cock in her mouth again and she was turning her head from side to side, twisting her lips on the meaty spindle, twirling her talented tongue on the fat slab.

She sucked, then blew down his cocjshaft, as if inflating his balls. Mike supposed that the greedy cum-drinker wanted to blow him again. She seemed insatiable in her hunger, her enthusiasm for a mouthful of cum unquenchable.

He lay back, his hands clasped behind his head, looking down his torso and watching her suck away on his prick. Her mouth was working with a sort of pumping action on his prick, like some oral oil rig drilling for a geyser. His fat pipeline surged. Her saliva poured down his rampant cockshaft and washed over his balls, and those potent bags were swelling anew.

Mike grinned, happy to feed her another load of cum and more than willing to eat her out again, whichever the naughty little tart chose.

But Ginny wanted more and different fun now. She loved variety and, although mutual sucking with her daddy was a treat, she was feeling adventurous.

She alternately inhaled and exhaled, sucking and blowing on his cock as, gazing down the long stalk, she watched his balls balloon from her skilled efforts. When she judged they were full again, she drew her mouth away.

"Daddy…" she said, hesitantly, giving him a bewitching look. "My pussy is hotter than my mouth, now."