Last we left off ... Daddy was teasing Baby on the beach with an ice block and finger's breadth ...

dad 's fingers start a stiff flyer motion on sister 's clit, your articulatio genus begin to flutter as if they were the wings of a butterfly drying in the hot summer sun. You are now moaning loudly, but the sound of waves and current of air dry wash it all away. `` Thats it babe, do you remember you can cum for dad ? '' he asks as his fingers continue to encircle your clit at a unceasing pace. `` Tell me baby, can you cum for me ? ``

pop 's question bent in the air.

'' Oh yes papa '' you say, you are so close to cumming, just a few more seconds of dad 's digit rubbing like that and you 'll detonate.

'' Oh my god ! '' you hear a woman 's voice cry. Daddy 's script pulls away, and standing not 30 substructure away down the beach, is a adult female towing a small child along with her. She 's looking straight between your lewdly splayed legs, the bikini bottoms, pulled off to the side, your bare snatch assailable and exposed to her. Her child seems not to notice anything strange. Your eyes meet hers, her gaping mouth ginger snap shut and she drag her child quickly off by the arm, before she 's exposed any further.

dad laughs, `` I think we need to find a bit more privacy, '' he says, as he gently covers your private parts and nipples up with your bikini. He grabs you by the hand and drag you from your lounge chair. `` Army of the Righteous go back into the hotel '', he says.

Gladly you tag along behind him, papa has a tauten grasp on your forget wrist with his rightfield hand. You make it into the hotel lobby. Daddy looks back and forth, scanning for something. He spots it, then says, `` This way Baby. '' he leads you off past the bank building of elevators, then in through a threshold to the lobby 's lady 's public convenience.

A middle aged woman is standing at the swallow hole touching up her makeup. Daddy, still dragging you by your wrist headspring into a large marble bathroom stall. You glance back over your shoulder as he drags you in. Your oculus make striking with the womanhood 's rumination in the mirror. She 's flash-frozen in berth looking at you, you smile to her, and then your imagination is cut off by stall threshold closing.

Daddy pushes your back up against the door and his backtalk mash into yours in a fierce osculation. You open wide as Daddy 's tongue pushes deep into your mouth. One of his hands has pushed aside your bikini top and is squeezing your left breast. His other arm encircles your shank and pulls your pelvic arch into his. You can feel his punishing manhood through his trunks pressing into you. You do n't bonk what to do with your hand, One is up over your headway against the carrell threshold, the former is braced against the threshold, humiliated down, helping to force your hip joint out towards Daddy. He breaks the kiss.

'' bring your bikini off Baby. '' Daddy dictation.

You quickly abide by and untie the top, it falls away from your beautiful tit and you sling it up over your shoulder joint so that its wall hanging on the top of the stalling door, one cup on the inside, the other on the outside. You hear a fragile gasp from alfresco, apparently the woman doing her makeup has not yet left.

'' clear dada 's boxers '', 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 zipper and clitoris of daddy 's shorts, but soon they 're open and the shorts free fall to the trading floor around his feet. daddy is n't wearing underwear and his cock springs up before you. You reach forward to comprehend his terminal, but instead, he grabs both your wrist and pins them over you head against the carrel door.

pa holds your wrists firmly with his left helping hand, as his right field wrench subject one side of meat of the Bikini bottom 's strings, and then quickly does the Saami to the early side of meat. Your bikini bottom drops to the floor, leaving you completely naked. pop shoves one stifle between your leg, forcing them apart. Gladly you spread your legs, he moves forward urgently. papa uses his right arm to snarf behind your will knee joint and lift it up eminent in the air. Your pussy is tilted forward as papa 's pecker slides up along your wet brim. You can palpate yourself dripping, and then his pecker has found its mug and he slides it quickly into you.

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

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

'' Oh fuck me Daddy ! ``, you pant. He continues to agitate into your forcefully, your ass is audibly slapping against the carrell door, Daddy 's balls make a slapping sound against your ass at the culmination of each stab. Soon you are both in the stroke of rage, moaning and panting uncontrollably, the booth doorway slamming in time to your apparent movement. The imperativeness continues to mount inside you, an coming is boiling to the surface.

'' Harder Daddy, fuck me gruelling ! '' you shout. As pappa does his secure to comply, you rocket over the edge. muscle spasm 's of orgasmic pleasure rip through your body and a wail erupts from your mouthpiece. Its too a lot for Daddy.

'' Oh baby, I 'm cumming ! '' he shouts and he thrusts so severe 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 cramp subside, your feet are lowered down to the floor until your standing on your own. Daddy keeps leaning into you panting. He finds your lips and kisses you deeply. You hear the woman at the heel counter almost running out the bathroom, her blackguard clicking against the roofing tile floor.

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