Van stroked his daughter’s glossy hair as they kissed. Loni made high-pitched squealing sounds as her orgasm grew nearer. His hands shook as he slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties. It’s time, he thought to himself, very soon now, I’ll pop my little girl’s cherry. He took hold of the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it, exposing her pink thighs and her narrow hips and her pantycovered crotch. His face was flushed, his eyes were glazed, and his prick was hard. Van stroked his daughter’s glossy hair as they kissed. Then she loosened her throat muscles, letting him slide out again, sucking in his cock harder and deeper each time. Loni lifted her ass up from the seat cushions so her father could take her panties down. The bra joined the girl’s jacket and blouse on the floor of the car. She shook and trembled violently. Her thigh touched his. “Oh, Daddy,” she whispered as she began to unbutton her blouse, “I’ve been dreaming about this all day!”
“Me too, darling,” Van admitted, his eyes riveted to her chest.
