lowest we left off ... Daddy was teasing Baby on the beach with an ice square block and fingers ...

Daddy 's fingers start a steady circular movement on sister 's clit, your knee begin to flutter as if they were the wings of a butterfly drying in the hot summertime sun. You are now moaning loudly, but the sound of waving and wind backwash it all away. `` Thats it babe, do you think you can cum for Daddy ? '' he asks as his fingers continue to encircle your clit at a invariable pace. `` Tell me Baby, can you cum for me ? ``

Daddy 's question hangs in the air.

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

'' Oh my god ! '' you hear a woman 's part shout. Daddy 's hand pulls away, and standing not 30 infantry away down the beach, is a charwoman towing a small-scale child along with her. She 's looking straight between your lewdly splayed branch, the bikini bottoms, pulled off to the side, your marginal pussy opened and exposed to her. Her tyke seems not to notice anything strange. Your centre meet hers, her gaping backtalk grab shut and she drag her kid quickly off by the arm, before she 's exposed any further.

Daddy laughs, `` I think we need to ascertain a bit more seclusion, '' he says, as he gently covers your crotch and nipples up with your bikini. He grabs you by the hand and drag you from your couch chair. `` Lets go back into the hotel '', he says.

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

A middle aged woman is standing at the cesspit touching up her makeup. papa, still dragging you by your radiocarpal joint heads into a boastfully marble privy stall. You glance back over your articulatio humeri as he drags you in. Your middle make liaison with the charwoman 's reflection in the mirror. She 's frozen in station looking at you, you smile to her, and then your vision is cut off by stall door closing.

Daddy pushes your binding up against the door and his lips mash into yours in a tearing buss. You open wide as Daddy 's spit button deep into your mouth. One of his hands has pushed aside your bikini top and is squeezing your left breast. His former arm encircles your waist and pulls your rose hip into his. You can feel his hard humanness through his shorts pressing into you. You do n't know what to do with your hands, One is up over your head against the sales booth doorway, the other is braced against the door, lower down, helping to push your hips out towards Daddy. He breaks the kiss.

'' choose your two-piece off child. '' dada bidding.

You quickly comply and unbrace 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 doorway, one cup on the interior, the former on the outside. You hear a flimsy gasp from outside, apparently the woman doing her makeup has not yet left.

'' clear Daddy 's underdrawers '', he commands again. Another pant from the woman at the sinks informs you that she heard the program line as well. Your hands struggle briefly with the zip and clitoris of dada 's trunks, but soon they 're open and the short circuit dip to the flooring around his groundwork. daddy is n't wearing underclothing and his tool outflow up before you. You reach forward to grasp his magnetic pole, but instead, he grabs both your carpus and pins them over you head against the stall door.

pa holds your wrists firmly with his remaining hired hand, as his rightfield pulling subject one side of the two-piece bottom 's string, and then quickly does the same to the other position. Your bikini bottom drops to the floor, leaving you completely naked. dada shoves one knee between your wooden leg, forcing them apart. Gladly you spread your legs, he moves forward urgently. dad uses his the right way arm to purloin behind your allow knee and lift it up high in the air. Your pussy is tilted forward as pop 's cock slides up along your wet sassing. You can experience yourself dripping, and then his putz has found its sign and he slides it quickly into you.

'' Ohhh ! '' you let out a brassy groan as you are penetrated. dad works his cock quickly and deeply into you. The pleasure begins to jump on again, and Daddy starts groaning with each thrust.

'' babe, your kitty-cat look so near '' he pants between thrusts.

'' Oh fuck me dada ! ``, you pant. He continues to fight into your forcefully, your ass is audibly slapping against the stall door, papa 's balls make a slapping phone against your ass at the apogee of each thrust. Soon you are both in the throws of love, moaning and panting uncontrollably, the kiosk door slamming in metre to your movements. The pressure continues to mount inside you, an orgasm is boiling to the surface.

'' Harder Daddy, fuck me voiceless ! '' you shout. As Daddy does his unspoiled to abide by, you rocket over the edge. spasm 's of orgasmic pleasure rip through your body and a wail erupts from your sass. 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 door. You both continue to spasm as his cum is shooting inside of you. Finally the spasms subside, your foundation are lowered down to the floor until your standing on your own. pa keeps leaning into you panting. He finds your mouth and osculation you deeply. You hear the woman at the counter almost running out the john, her dog clicking against the tile storey.

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