hold out we left off ... pappa was teasing Baby on the beach with an ice block and fingers ...

Daddy 's finger start a steady handbill apparent movement on babe 's button, your knees begin to flutter as if they were the backstage of a butterfly drying in the hot summer sun. You are now moaning loudly, but the sound of waves and idle words lavation it all away. `` Thats it babe, do you think you can cum for papa ? '' he asks as his fingers continue to circle your clit at a constant stride. `` Tell me babe, can you cum for me ? ``

dad 's question hang in the air.

'' Oh yes Daddy '' you say, you are so close to cumming, just a few to a greater extent second base of pa 's fingerbreadth rubbing like that and you 'll break loose.

'' Oh my god ! '' you hear a woman 's voice shout. Daddy 's manus pulls away, and standing not 30 feet away down the beach, is a woman towing a small child along with her. She 's looking straight between your lewdly splayed wooden leg, the bikini bottoms, pulled off to the side, your barren kitty subject and exposed to her. Her child seems not to detect anything strange. Your center meet hers, her gaping mouthpiece snaps 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 genital organ and nipples up with your two-piece. He grabs you by the hand and twist you from your waiting room hot seat. `` Lets go back into the hotel '', he says.

Gladly you tag along behind him, pa has a truehearted grasp on your remaining wrist with his right hired hand. You make it into the hotel third house. Daddy looks back and forth, scanning for something. He spots it, then says, `` This way baby. '' he leads you off past the banking company of elevators, then in through a room access to the lobby 's lady 's restrooms.

A middle aged woman is standing at the sink touching up her makeup. Daddy, still dragging you by your wrist joint oral sex into a orotund marble bathroom stall. You glance back over your shoulder joint as he drags you in. Your eyes make contact with the woman 's reflection in the mirror. She 's frozen in situation looking at you, you smile to her, and then your vision is cut off by dilly-dally door closing.

daddy pushes your back up against the threshold and his rim mash into yours in a fierce candy kiss. You open wide as Daddy 's tongue push deep into your mouth. One of his paw has pushed aside your bikini top and is squeezing your pass on breast. His former arm encircles your waist and pull your hip into his. You can feel his backbreaking manhood through his drawers pressing into you. You do n't have a go at it what to do with your hands, One is up over your principal against the stall room access, the other is braced against the door, lower down, helping to push your hips out towards daddy. He breaks the kiss.

'' deal your bikini off child. '' Daddy instruction.

You quickly comply and untie the top, it falls away from your beautiful mamilla and you sling it up over your berm so that its hanging on the top of the kiosk door, one cup on the interior, the other on the outside. You hear a flimsy gasp from outside, apparently the char doing her makeup has not yet left.

'' Open papa 's boxershorts '', he commands again. Another gasp from the woman at the sinks informs you that she heard the program line as well. Your hands struggle briefly with the zip and release of dad 's boxershorts, but soon they 're open and the drawers drop to the floor around his feet. Daddy is n't wearing underclothing and his dick 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 stall threshold.

papa holds your articulatio radiocarpea firmly with his left hand, as his right pulls open one incline of the bikini bottom 's cosmic string, and then quickly does the same to the other side. Your bikini 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. Daddy uses his right arm to purloin behind your lead knee joint and lift it up high up in the air. Your pussy is tilted forward as Daddy 's cock slides up along your wet lip. You can find yourself dripping, and then his cock has found its mug and he slides it quickly into you.

'' Ohhh ! '' you let out a loud moan as you are penetrated. daddy works his hammer quickly and deeply into you. The delight begins to wax again, and pop starts groaning with each thrust.

'' infant, your pussy feeling so salutary '' he pants between thrusts.

'' Oh fuck me Daddy ! ``, you pant. He continues to agitate into your forcefully, your ass is audibly slapping against the booth door, Daddy 's lump make a slapping phone against your ass at the mop up of each thrusting. Soon you are both in the throws of mania, moaning and panting uncontrollably, the stall room access slamming in meter to your movements. The pressure continues to put on inside you, an orgasm is boiling to the surface.

'' Harder Daddy, fuck me punishing ! '' you shout. As Daddy does his dear to abide by, you rocket over the edge. Spasm 's of orgasmic pleasure rip through your torso and a wail erupts from your mouth. Its too much for Daddy.

'' Oh child, I 'm cumming ! '' he shouts and he thrusts so voiceless 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 spasm subside, your foundation are lowered down to the floor until your standing on your own. Daddy keeps leaning into you panting. He finds your brim and buss you deeply. You hear the woman at the parry almost running out the bathroom, her heels clicking against the tile floor.

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