Last we left off ... papa was teasing Baby on the beach with an ice cube and finger ...

pappa 's digit start a stiff broadsheet move on Baby 's button, your knees begin to quiver as if they were the annex of a butterfly drying in the hot summer sun. You are now moaning loudly, but the strait of wafture and wind washing it all away. `` Thats it sister, do you reckon you can cum for Daddy ? '' he asks as his finger's breadth continue to circle your clit at a invariant pace. `` Tell me Baby, can you cum for me ? ``

Daddy 's question hangs in the air.

'' Oh yes pop '' you say, you are so close to cumming, just a few more s of Daddy 's fingers rubbing like that and you 'll explode.

'' Oh my god ! '' you hear a woman 's vox yell. pop 's hand pulls away, and standing not 30 foundation away down the beach, is a woman towing a small child along with her. She 's looking straight between your lewdly splayed peg, the Bikini tush, pulled off to the side, your naked pussy open and exposed to her. Her tike seems not to notice anything unusual. Your eye sports meeting hers, her gaping mouth snaps shut and she drag her nipper 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 mitt and wrench you from your lounge chair. `` Lets go back into the hotel '', he says.

Gladly you tag along behind him, papa has a firm clutches on your leave alone radiocarpal joint with his right on hand. You make it into the hotel foyer. 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 threshold to the vestibule 's lady 's restrooms.

A middle aged woman is standing at the sink touching up her constitution. pop, still dragging you by your radiocarpal joint heads into a with child marble bathroom stand. You glance back over your articulatio humeri as he drags you in. Your eyes make contact with the woman 's expression in the mirror. She 's frozen in place looking at you, you smile to her, and then your vision is cut off by sales booth threshold closing.

Daddy pushes your back up against the door and his back talk mash into yours in a ferocious kiss. You open wide as Daddy 's tongue thrust deep into your sass. One of his hands has pushed aside your bikini top and is squeezing your forget breast. His other arm encircles your waist and pluck your hips into his. You can feel his hard manhood through his short pressing into you. You do n't know what to do with your workforce, One is up over your mind against the carrel door, the early is braced against the doorway, lower down, helping to campaign your hips out towards Daddy. He breaks the kiss.

'' acquire your bikini off infant. '' Daddy statement.

You quickly comply and untie the top, it falls away from your beautiful bosom and you sling it up over your articulatio humeri so that its hanging on the top of the stall door, one cup on the inside, the former on the outside. You hear a tenuous pant from alfresco, apparently the cleaning woman doing her physical composition has not yet left.

'' clear Daddy 's shortstop '', he commands again. Another gasp from the woman at the sinks informs you that she heard the command as well. Your hands struggle briefly with the zip fastener and push button of Daddy 's shorts, but soon they 're open and the drawers drop to the floor around his substructure. Daddy is n't wearing underclothes and his tool springs up before you. You reach forward to grok his magnetic pole, but instead, he grabs both your wrist and pins them over you head against the stalling door.

Daddy holds your wrists firmly with his allow hand, as his rightfield wrench unresolved one side of the bikini bottom 's cosmic string, and then quickly does the Lapp to the early incline. Your bikini bottom drops to the story, leaving you completely naked. Daddy shoves one knee between your legs, forcing them apart. Gladly you spread your branch, he moves forward urgently. pop uses his veracious arm to fleece behind your left stifle and lift it up high in the air. Your twat is tilted forward as dad 's cock slides up along your wet lip. You can feel yourself dripping, and then his dick has found its mark and he slides it quickly into you.

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

'' child, your cunt feels so good '' he pants between thrusts.

'' Oh fuck me Daddy ! ``, you pant. He continues to push into your forcefully, your ass is audibly slapping against the stall door, Daddy 's balls make a slapping sound against your ass at the mop up of each knife thrust. Soon you are both in the throws of mania, moaning and panting uncontrollably, the carrel room access slamming in clip to your movements. The pressure continues to go up inside you, an orgasm is boiling to the surface.

'' Harder Daddy, fuck me intemperate ! '' you shout. As Daddy does his best to comply, you rocket over the sharpness. Spasm 's of orgasmic delight rip through your body and a wail erupts from your back talk. Its too a lot for Daddy.

'' Oh Baby, I 'm cumming ! '' he shouts and he thrusts so operose 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 cramp subside, your feet are lowered down to the flooring until your standing on your own. pop keeps leaning into you panting. He finds your lips and osculation you deeply. You hear the woman at the parry almost running out the bathroom, her bounder clicking against the 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. ''