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

pa 's fingers start a steadfast circular apparent movement on Baby 's clit, your knees begin to flutter as if they were the wings of a butterfly stroke drying in the hot summer sun. You are now moaning loudly, but the sound of waves and farting dry wash it all away. `` Thats it Baby, do you suppose you can cum for pop ? '' he asks as his digit continue to circulate your clit at a invariant pace. `` Tell me Baby, can you cum for me ? ``

daddy 's motion hangs in the air.

'' Oh yes Daddy '' you say, you are so close to cumming, just a few more arcsecond of Daddy 's digit rubbing like that and you 'll break loose.

'' Oh my god ! '' you hear a woman 's voice yell. papa 's deal pulls away, and standing not 30 feet away down the beach, is a woman towing a small minor along with her. She 's looking straight between your lewdly splayed peg, the Bikini bottoms, pulled off to the side, your bare pussy open and exposed to her. Her child seems not to notice anything unusual. Your eyes meet hers, her gaping mouth pushover shut and she drag her baby quickly off by the arm, before she 's exposed any further.

daddy laughs, `` I think we need to find a bit more privateness, '' he says, as he gently covers your genital organ and nipples up with your bikini. He grabs you by the hand and drag you from your waiting room chair. `` Lets go back into the hotel '', he says.

Gladly you tag along behind him, dad has a unwaveringly hold on your left wrist with his right hand. You make it into the hotel hall. Daddy looks back and forth, scanning for something. He spots it, then says, `` This way babe. '' he leads you off past the coin bank of lift, then in through a threshold to the third house 's peeress 's restrooms.

A middle aged woman is standing at the sink touching up her makeup. Daddy, still dragging you by your wrist joint heads into a large marble john carrell. You glance back over your articulatio humeri as he drags you in. Your centre make physical contact with the woman 's reflection in the mirror. She 's frozen in place looking at you, you smile to her, and then your vision is cut off by stall door closing.

dada pushes your back up against the threshold and his rim mash into yours in a furious kiss. You give blanket as Daddy 's clapper pushes deep into your sassing. One of his hands has pushed aside your bikini top and is squeezing your left breast. His other arm encircles your waistline and pulls your hips into his. You can experience his hard manhood through his shorts pressing into you. You do n't live what to do with your mitt, One is up over your chief against the stand door, the other is braced against the door, lower down, helping to push your pelvic arch out towards Daddy. He breaks the kiss.

'' Take your two-piece off child. '' Daddy commands.

You quickly comply and undo the top, it falls away from your beautiful titmouse and you sling it up over your shoulder so that its hanging on the top of the stall door, one cup on the inside, the early on the outside. You hear a slight pant from international, apparently the woman doing her war paint has not yet left.

'' outdoors Daddy 's short '', he commands again. Another pant from the woman at the sinks informs you that she heard the command as well. Your handwriting struggle briefly with the zipper and button of Daddy 's shorts, but soon they 're open and the boxers drop curtain to the base around his metrical foot. Daddy 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 wrist joint and pins them over you head against the stand door.

pappa holds your wrists firmly with his will helping hand, as his right hand clout open one slope of the bikini rear 's strings, and then quickly does the same to the other side. Your two-piece bottom drops to the floor, leaving you completely naked. Daddy shoves one knee between your legs, forcing them apart. Gladly you spread your legs, he moves forward urgently. dad uses his rectify arm to hook behind your impart genu and lift it up high in the air. Your pussy is tilted forward as pop 's shaft slides up along your wet lips. You can feel yourself dripping, and then his cock has found its crisscross and he slides it quickly into you.

'' Ohhh ! '' you let out a loud moan as you are penetrated. pappa works his cock quickly and deeply into you. The delight begins to climb up again, and Daddy starts groaning with each thrust.

'' Baby, your pussy look so secure '' he pants between thrusts.

'' Oh fuck me dada ! ``, you pant. He continues to push into your forcefully, your ass is audibly slapping against the kiosk door, Daddy 's balls make a slapping sound against your ass at the climax of each thrust. Soon you are both in the stroke of passion, moaning and panting uncontrollably, the carrell door slamming in time to your crusade. The pressure continues to mount inside you, an climax is boiling to the surface.

'' Harder pop, fuck me harder ! '' you shout. As pop does his sound 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 good deal for Daddy.

'' Oh infant, I 'm cumming ! '' he shouts and he thrusts so hard into you that he lifts you off the floor, pinning you against the threshold. You both continue to spasm as his cum is shooting inside of you. Finally the spasms subside, your feet are lowered down to the flooring until your standing on your own. pa keeps leaning into you panting. He finds your lip and kisses you deeply. You hear the woman at the counter almost running out the john, her dog 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 soundbox. ''