The Beach, Continued ... ( 0 )


last we left off ... dad was teasing sister on the beach with an ice cube and fingers ...

daddy 's finger's breadth start a unwavering circular motion on Baby '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 undulation and wind wash it all away. `` Thats it infant, do you consider you can cum for pa ? '' he asks as his fingers continue to circulate your clitoris at a constant pace. `` Tell me Baby, can you cum for me ? ``

Daddy 's question hangs in the air.

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

'' Oh my god ! '' you hear a woman 's voice shout. dada 's hand pulls away, and standing not 30 feet away down the beach, is a cleaning lady towing a small child along with her. She 's looking straight between your lewdly splayed stage, the bikini can, pulled off to the incline, your bare slit open and exposed to her. Her tiddler seems not to observe anything unusual. Your optic meet hers, her gaping mouth pushover shut and she drag her small fry quickly off by the arm, before she 's exposed any further.

pappa laughs, `` I think we need to ascertain a bit more concealment, '' he says, as he gently covers your crotch and nipples up with your two-piece. He grabs you by the hand and pulls you from your lounge chairperson. `` net ball go back into the hotel '', he says.

Gladly you tag along behind him, Daddy has a firm grasp on your left wrist joint with his right helping hand. You make it into the hotel third house. daddy looks back and Forth, scanning for something. He spots it, then says, `` This way Baby. '' he leads you off past the bank of elevators, then in through a door to the third house 's lady 's restrooms.

A center aged woman is standing at the sink touching up her makeup. Daddy, still dragging you by your radiocarpal joint principal into a large marble privy sales booth. You glance back over your shoulder as he drags you in. Your eyes make link with the woman 's musing in the mirror. She 's frigid in place looking at you, you smile to her, and then your sight is cut off by cubicle door closing.

Daddy pushes your vertebral column up against the door and his rim mash into yours in a fierce kiss. You open astray as daddy 's tongue push button deep into your sass. One of his hands has pushed aside your Bikini top and is squeezing your left breast. His early arm encircles your waist and pulls your hip into his. You can feel his intemperate manhood through his short pressing into you. You do n't know what to do with your hands, One is up over your head against the stall door, the other is braced against the door, lower down, helping to push your rose hip out towards dada. He breaks the kiss.

'' Take your Bikini off infant. '' 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 hanging on the top of the stall doorway, one cup on the inside, the former on the outside. You hear a slight gasp from outside, apparently the womanhood doing her makeup has not yet left.

'' Open dad 's shorts '', he commands again. Another gasp from the cleaning lady at the sinks informs you that she heard the command as well. Your hands struggle briefly with the slide fastener and clit of Daddy 's short pants, but soon they 're open and the drawers driblet to the trading floor around his feet. pappa is n't wearing underclothes and his cock spring up before you. You reach forward to compass his perch, but instead, he grabs both your radiocarpal joint and pins them over you head against the stall door.

pappa holds your wrists firmly with his left field manus, as his right twist outdoors one side of the bikini bottom 's strings, and then quickly does the Same to the former position. Your Bikini hind end drops to the floor, leaving you completely naked. papa shoves one stifle between your ramification, forcing them apart. Gladly you spread your wooden leg, he moves forward urgently. pa uses his right wing arm to pilfer behind your left genu and heave it up high in the air. Your puss is tilted forward as Daddy 's pecker slides up along your wet lips. You can feel yourself dripping, and then his putz has found its marker and he slides it quickly into you.

'' Ohhh ! '' you let out a flash groan as you are penetrated. daddy works his putz quickly and deeply into you. The pleasure begins to mount again, and Daddy starts groaning with each thrust.

'' sister, your pussy flavour so good '' he pants between thrusts.

'' Oh fuck me pappa ! ``, you pant. He continues to labour into your forcefully, your ass is audibly slapping against the stall room access, Daddy 's ballock make a slapping sound against your ass at the windup of each knife thrust. Soon you are both in the throws of heat, moaning and panting uncontrollably, the carrel door slamming in time to your apparent motion. The pressure continues to bestride inside you, an orgasm is boiling to the surface.

'' Harder pop, fuck me voiceless ! '' you shout. As papa does his respectable to comply, you rocket over the edge. cramp 's of orgasmic pleasure rip through your body and a lament erupts from your mouth. Its too practically for Daddy.

'' Oh Baby, I 'm cumming ! '' he shouts and he thrusts so heavily 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 lips and candy kiss you deeply. You hear the fair sex at the counter almost running out the bathroom, her hound clicking against the roofing tile floor.

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