hold out we left off ... pop was teasing child on the beach with an ice third power and fingers ...

Daddy 's finger's breadth start a steady circular motion on sister 's button, your knees 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 tip backwash it all away. `` Thats it Baby, do you reckon you can cum for Daddy ? '' he asks as his fingers continue to circle your clit at a perpetual pace. `` William Tell me child, can you cum for me ? ``

pa 's question hang in the air.

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

'' Oh my god ! '' you hear a fair sex 's articulation shout. Daddy 's hand pulls away, and standing not 30 substructure away down the beach, is a woman towing a lowly youngster along with her. She 's looking straight between your lewdly splayed legs, the two-piece bottoms, pulled off to the side, your bare pussy open and exposed to her. Her fry seems not to observe anything unusual. Your eyes meet hers, her gaping oral fissure press stud shut and she drag her fry quickly off by the arm, before she 's exposed any further.

dada laughs, `` I think we need to find a bit more secrecy, '' he says, as he gently covers your crotch and nipples up with your bikini. He grabs you by the deal and twist you from your lounge chair. `` Army of the Pure go back into the hotel '', he says.

Gladly you tag along behind him, pappa has a unbendable clutches on your left carpus with his veracious handwriting. You make it into the hotel lobby. pappa looks back and Forth, scanning for something. He spots it, then says, `` This way infant. '' he leads you off past the bank of elevators, then in through a door to the lobby 's lady 's toilet facility.

A center aged womanhood is standing at the sinkhole touching up her physical composition. pappa, still dragging you by your carpus heads into a large marble lav stalling. You glance back over your berm as he drags you in. Your eyes make inter-group communication with the woman 's reflection in the mirror. She 's block in post looking at you, you smile to her, and then your imagination is cut off by stall door closing.

pa pushes your back up against the door and his lips mash into yours in a fierce kiss. You open wide of the mark as daddy 's glossa pushes deep into your oral cavity. One of his hands has pushed aside your bikini top and is squeezing your left wing white meat. His former arm encircles your waist and deplumate your hips into his. You can feel his knockout manhood through his shorts pressing into you. You do n't lie with what to do with your hands, One is up over your oral sex against the stall door, the other is braced against the door, lower down, helping to bear on your hip out towards papa. He breaks the kiss.

'' Take your bikini off Baby. '' papa commands.

You quickly comply and untie the top, it falls away from your beautiful tits and you sling it up over your shoulder so that its suspension on the top of the booth threshold, one cup on the inside, the early on the outside. You hear a slender gasp from exterior, apparently the cleaning lady doing her constitution has not yet left.

'' Open dada 's short '', he commands again. Another pant from the woman at the sinks informs you that she heard the command as well. Your manus struggle briefly with the zipper and button of pappa 's shorts, but soon they 're open and the shorts drop to the floor around his feet. pop is n't wearing underclothing and his cock springs up before you. You reach forward to grasp his pole, but instead, he grabs both your carpus and pins them over you head against the stall door.

Daddy holds your wrists firmly with his left hand, as his right pulls open one English of the Bikini tail end 's strings, and then quickly does the same to the other slope. Your Bikini bed drops to the flooring, leaving you completely naked. Daddy shoves one knee between your wooden leg, forcing them apart. Gladly you spread your legs, he moves forward urgently. Daddy uses his right arm to abstract behind your left-hand knee and lift it up high in the air. Your pussycat is tilted forward as Daddy 's hammer slides up along your wet sass. You can feel yourself dripping, and then his turncock 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 prick quickly and deeply into you. The pleasure begins to mount again, and Daddy starts groaning with each thrust.

'' Baby, your pussycat flavor so good '' he pants between thrusts.

'' Oh fuck me pa ! ``, you pant. He continues to push into your forcefully, your ass is audibly slapping against the sales booth room access, Daddy 's nut make a slapping sound against your ass at the completion of each thrust. Soon you are both in the cam stroke of passion, moaning and panting uncontrollably, the stall door slamming in meter to your movements. The pressing continues to mount inside you, an orgasm is boiling to the surface.

'' Harder papa, fuck me harder ! '' you shout. As pa does his dear to comply, you rocket over the edge. Spasm 's of orgasmic joy rip through your body and a lament erupts from your mouth. Its too a great deal for Daddy.

'' Oh infant, I 'm cumming ! '' he shouts and he thrusts so laborious 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 animal foot are lowered down to the level until your standing on your own. pa keeps leaning into you panting. He finds your rim and osculation you deeply. You hear the woman at the counter almost running out the bathroom, her heels clicking against the tile base.

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