Her father licking her mons, and into the swell of her smooth little slit, he turned her body toward him. Linsey sank into the pillows behind her, hooking her arm around her father's leg stretched alongside her, and hung on as her father's licks and touches made her moan and cry out with humping little chirps and cries of pleasure.

He turned her hip, held her leg up, so her pussy was right at his mouth, his cheek resting on the inside of her other leg, his tongue making her pelvis roll, her push at his mouth, her fuck her father's tongue.

His waist in front of her, she looked...