The Beach, Continued ... ( 0 )
Last we left off ... Daddy was teasing infant on the beach with an ice block and fingers ...
daddy 's digit start a steady bill motion on Baby 's clit, your knees begin to fleet as if they were the fender of a butterfly drying in the hot summer sun. You are now moaning loudly, but the strait 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 clit at a invariant pace. `` Tell me infant, can you cum for me ? ``
Daddy 's question knack in the air.
'' Oh yes Daddy '' you say, you are so close to cumming, just a few more than seconds of papa 's fingers rubbing like that and you 'll explode.
'' Oh my god ! '' you hear a fair sex 's voice shout. dad 's hand pulls away, and standing not 30 human foot away down the beach, is a cleaning woman towing a small child along with her. She 's looking straight between your lewdly splayed legs, the bikini tush, pulled off to the side, your denude puss receptive and exposed to her. Her youngster seems not to note anything unusual. Your optic meet hers, her gaping mouth 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 detect a bit more privacy, '' he says, as he gently covers your genital organ and nipples up with your bikini. He grabs you by the hand and pulls you from your lounge president. `` Army of the Pure go back into the hotel '', he says.
Gladly you tag along behind him, daddy has a firm grasp on your pass on radiocarpal joint with his right bridge player. You make it into the hotel foyer. pop looks back and forth, scanning for something. He spots it, then says, `` This way sister. '' he leads you off past the bank of elevators, then in through a threshold to the lobby 's lady 's wash room.
A midriff aged cleaning lady is standing at the sink touching up her makeup. dad, still dragging you by your carpus heads into a prominent marble lav stall. You glance back over your articulatio humeri as he drags you in. Your eyes make contact with the woman 's rumination in the mirror. She 's quick-frozen in shoes looking at you, you smile to her, and then your vision is cut off by stall room access closing.
Daddy pushes your vertebral column up against the room access and his lip mash into yours in a fierce buss. You open wide as pa 's tongue thrust deep into your mouth. One of his hands has pushed aside your Bikini top and is squeezing your remaining breast. His other arm encircles your waist and rend your pelvic arch into his. You can feel his difficult manhood through his shorts pressing into you. You do n't know what to do with your custody, One is up over your psyche against the stall door, the former is braced against the door, low-pitched down, helping to push your hips out towards Daddy. He breaks the kiss.
'' fill your bikini off Baby. '' dada mastery.
You quickly comply and loosen the top, it falls away from your beautiful tits 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 early on the outside. You hear a rebuff gasp from outdoor, apparently the woman doing her war paint has not yet left.
'' open air papa 's trunks '', he commands again. Another gasp from the woman at the sinks informs you that she heard the instruction as well. Your hands struggle briefly with the zipper and button of dada 's shortstop, but soon they 're surface and the shorts drop to the floor around his groundwork. dad is n't wearing underclothes and his cock springs 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 stalling doorway.
Daddy holds your wrists firmly with his forget hand, as his rightfield pulls open one side of the bikini bottom 's twine, and then quickly does the same to the other side of meat. Your bikini hindquarters drops to the trading floor, leaving you completely naked. pop shoves one knee joint between your peg, forcing them apart. Gladly you spread your leg, he moves forward urgently. pop uses his right arm to hook behind your entrust knee and lift it up high in the air. Your slit is tilted forward as dad 's cock slides up along your wet rim. You can feel yourself dripping, and then his cock has found its soft touch and he slides it quickly into you.
'' Ohhh ! '' you let out a flashy moan as you are penetrated. dad works his cock quickly and deeply into you. The delight begins to mount again, and Daddy starts groaning with each thrust.
'' babe, your pussycat feels so good '' he pants between thrusts.
'' Oh fuck me pop ! ``, you pant. He continues to press into your forcefully, your ass is audibly slapping against the stall door, daddy 's balls make a slapping speech sound against your ass at the climax of each thrust. Soon you are both in the throws of passion, moaning and panting uncontrollably, the stall door slamming in time to your movements. The pressing continues to hop on inside you, an climax is boiling to the surface.
'' Harder Daddy, fuck me harder ! '' you shout. As dad does his best to comply, you rocket over the edge. Spasm 's of orgasmic pleasure rip through your body and a wail erupts from your mouth. Its too much for Daddy.
'' Oh Baby, I 'm cumming ! '' he shouts and he thrusts so hard into you that he lifts you off the floor, pinning you against the room access. You both continue to spasm as his cum is shooting inside of you. Finally the spasm subside, your feet are lowered down to the storey until your standing on your own. dada keeps leaning into you panting. He finds your lips and kisses you deeply. You hear the woman at the retort almost running out the bathroom, her blackguard clicking against the tile floor.
'' Baby, that was so hot, '' he says. `` wait until I get you up to our room and eat every in of your organic structure. ''