lastly we left off ... Daddy was teasing baby on the beach with an ice block and fingers ...

pop 's digit start a unfaltering circular motion on babe 's button, your knees begin to quiver as if they were the wings of a butterfly drying in the hot summer sun. You are now moaning loudly, but the phone of waves and wind wash it all away. `` Thats it Baby, do you think you can cum for Daddy ? '' he asks as his fingers continue to circle your button at a unremitting yard. `` Tell me Baby, can you cum for me ? ``

Daddy 's query bent in the air.

'' Oh yes pop '' you say, you are so close to cumming, just a few more moment of pappa 's digit rubbing like that and you 'll burst.

'' Oh my god ! '' you hear a cleaning lady 's part shout. Daddy 's hand pulls away, and standing not 30 metrical unit away down the beach, is a woman towing a low minor along with her. She 's looking straight between your lewdly splayed branch, the bikini undersurface, pulled off to the side, your air pussy unfold and exposed to her. Her child seems not to notice anything unusual. Your eyes sports meeting hers, her gaping oral cavity snaps shut and she drag her child quickly off by the arm, before she 's exposed any further.

Daddy laughs, `` I think we need to happen a bit more concealment, '' he says, as he gently covers your crotch and nipples up with your bikini. He grabs you by the hired hand and clout you from your lounge chairperson. `` Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go back into the hotel '', he says.

Gladly you tag along behind him, Daddy has a solid grasp on your unexpended wrist with his correctly deal. You make it into the hotel lobby. pop looks back and Forth, scanning for something. He spots it, then says, `` This way Baby. '' he leads you off past the cant of lift, then in through a threshold to the hall 's madam 's comfort station.

A middle aged woman is standing at the swallow hole touching up her makeup. Daddy, still dragging you by your wrist chief into a large marble bathroom cubicle. You glance back over your shoulder as he drags you in. Your eye make contact with the fair sex 's reflexion in the mirror. She 's freeze down in station looking at you, you smile to her, and then your vision is cut off by stall threshold closing.

Daddy pushes your back up against the room access and his lips mash into yours in a trigger-happy kiss. You overt all-inclusive as Daddy 's tongue pushes deep into your oral fissure. One of his hands has pushed aside your bikini top and is squeezing your left titty. His other arm encircles your waist and pulls your hips into his. You can feel his hard manhood through his trunks pressing into you. You do n't acknowledge what to do with your paw, One is up over your heading against the stall door, the other is braced against the door, lower down, helping to push your hips out towards Daddy. He breaks the kiss.

'' Take your Bikini off infant. '' Daddy commands.

You quickly comply and loosen 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 kiosk doorway, one cup on the inside, the other on the outside. You hear a slight pant from extraneous, apparently the woman doing her war paint has not yet left.

'' Open pappa 's underdrawers '', he commands again. Another gasp from the cleaning lady at the sinkhole informs you that she heard the command as well. Your bridge player struggle briefly with the zip fastener and clit of dad 's shorts, but soon they 're open and the short fall to the floor around his base. papa is n't wearing underwear and his dick springs up before you. You reach forward to apprehend his pole, but instead, he grabs both your articulatio radiocarpea and pins them over you head against the stall door.

dad holds your wrist firmly with his provide hand, as his right pulling afford one side of meat of the bikini bottom 's cosmic string, and then quickly does the Lapp to the other incline. Your bikini bottom drops to the flooring, leaving you completely naked. Daddy shoves one human knee between your legs, forcing them apart. Gladly you spread your branch, he moves forward urgently. Daddy uses his right arm to overcharge behind your left wing human knee and lift it up high in the air. Your pussy is tilted forward as Daddy 's cock slides up along your wet back talk. You can finger yourself dripping, and then his putz has found its mark and he slides it quickly into you.

'' Ohhh ! '' you let out a gaudy moan as you are penetrated. pa works his cock quickly and deeply into you. The pleasance begins to mount again, and pa starts groaning with each thrust.

'' Baby, your purulent flavour 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 carrell door, Daddy 's orchis make a slapping sound against your ass at the culmination of each thrust. Soon you are both in the stroke of passionateness, moaning and panting uncontrollably, the sales booth doorway slamming in clip to your motility. The pressure continues to ride inside you, an orgasm is boiling to the surface.

'' Harder pop, fuck me laborious ! '' you shout. As pappa does his undecomposed to abide by, you rocket over the edge. Spasm 's of orgasmic pleasure rip through your consistence and a plaint erupts from your mouth. Its too much for Daddy.

'' Oh sister, I 'm cumming ! '' he shouts and he thrusts so toilsome into you that he lifts you off the floor, pinning you against the threshold. You both continue to spasm as his cum is shooting inside of you. Finally the spasms subside, your feet are lowered down to the trading floor until your standing on your own. Daddy keeps leaning into you panting. He finds your lip and candy kiss you deeply. You hear the char at the counter almost running out the bathroom, her heels clicking against the tile floor.

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