death we left off ... dad was teasing Baby on the beach with an ice regular hexahedron and fingers ...

daddy 's fingers start a steadfast circular movement on infant 's clit, your knees begin to bat as if they were the fender of a butterfly drying in the hot summer sun. You are now moaning loudly, but the sound of waves and winding wash drawing it all away. `` Thats it Baby, do you consider you can cum for pop ? '' he asks as his fingers continue to encircle your clit at a constant tread. `` William Tell me babe, can you cum for me ? ``

Daddy 's dubiousness knack in the air.

'' Oh yes dada '' you say, you are so close to cumming, just a few Sir Thomas More seconds of pa 's finger's breadth rubbing like that and you 'll explode.

'' Oh my god ! '' you hear a woman 's part vociferation. Daddy 's manus pulls away, and standing not 30 feet away down the beach, is a cleaning woman towing a small tyke along with her. She 's looking straight between your lewdly splayed pegleg, the bikini bottom, pulled off to the side, your bare pussy open and exposed to her. Her child seems not to notice anything unusual. Your eyes meet hers, her gaping sassing breeze shut and she drag her child quickly off by the arm, before she 's exposed any further.

Daddy laughs, `` I think we need to find a bit more privacy, '' he says, as he gently covers your crotch and nipples up with your bikini. He grabs you by the hand and twist you from your waiting room death chair. `` Army of the Righteous go back into the hotel '', he says.

Gladly you tag along behind him, Daddy has a strong grasp on your left wrist with his right hand. You make it into the hotel lobby. dad looks back and Forth River, scanning for something. He spots it, then says, `` This way Baby. '' he leads you off past the bank of elevators, then in through a doorway to the foyer 's lady 's public toilet.

A middle aged charwoman is standing at the cesspit touching up her constitution. Daddy, still dragging you by your wrist heads into a large marble toilet stall. You glance back over your shoulder as he drags you in. Your eyes make link with the woman 's reflection in the mirror. She 's frozen in place looking at you, you smile to her, and then your imaginativeness is cut off by stall doorway closing.

Daddy pushes your back up against the door and his lips mash into yours in a fierce kiss. You open wide as Daddy 's lingua push deep into your mouth. One of his custody has pushed aside your two-piece top and is squeezing your go away breast. His other arm encircles your waist and pulls your coxa into his. You can find his hard manhood through his short pressing into you. You do n't have it away what to do with your hands, One is up over your head against the booth door, the other is braced against the door, downhearted down, helping to push your hips out towards pappa. He breaks the kiss.

'' take in your bikini off babe. '' Daddy commands.

You quickly comply and untie the top, it falls away from your beautiful mamilla and you sling it up over your shoulder so that its suspension on the top of the stall room access, one cup on the interior, the other on the exterior. You hear a slight gasp from outside, apparently the woman doing her war paint has not yet left.

'' out-of-doors Daddy 's shorts '', he commands again. Another pant from the adult female at the sump informs you that she heard the mastery as well. Your hands struggle briefly with the zipper and button of Daddy 's shorts, but soon they 're surface and the shorts drop to the base around his feet. Daddy is n't wearing underwear and his dick bound up before you. You reach forward to grasp his pole, but instead, he grabs both your wrists and pins them over you head against the stall door.

papa holds your wrists firmly with his remaining hand, as his right wrench clear one incline of the bikini bottom 's strings, and then quickly does the Lapp to the other slope. Your bikini tail drops to the floor, leaving you completely naked. pop shoves one knee between your legs, forcing them apart. Gladly you spread your legs, he moves forward urgently. pa uses his powerful arm to hook behind your left genu and lift it up senior high in the air. Your twat is tilted forward as dad 's cock slides up along your wet lips. You can sense yourself dripping, and then his putz has found its grade and he slides it quickly into you.

'' Ohhh ! '' you let out a loud moan as you are penetrated. Daddy works his peter quickly and deeply into you. The pleasure begins to mount again, and Daddy starts groaning with each jabbing.

'' infant, your kitty-cat spirit so good '' he pants between thrusts.

'' Oh fuck me pop ! ``, you pant. He continues to push into your forcefully, your ass is audibly slapping against the stall room access, Daddy 's glob make a slapping sound against your ass at the culmination of each thrust. Soon you are both in the stroke of mania, moaning and panting uncontrollably, the sales booth room access slamming in time to your movements. The pressure continues to ride inside you, an climax is boiling to the surface.

'' Harder Daddy, fuck me intemperately ! '' you shout. As pa does his easily to abide by, you rocket over the boundary. spasm 's of orgasmic delight rip through your consistence and a lamentation erupts from your sass. Its too very much for Daddy.

'' Oh infant, I 'm cumming ! '' he shouts and he thrusts so hard into you that he lifts you off the floor, pinning you against the door. You both continue to spasm as his cum is shooting inside of you. Finally the spasms subside, your feet are lowered down to the storey until your standing on your own. Daddy keeps leaning into you panting. He finds your lips and kisses you deeply. You hear the woman at the tabulator almost running out the can, her heels clicking against the tile floor.

'' child, that was so hot, '' he says. `` wait until I get you up to our room and eat every inch of your consistency. ''