Last we left off ... Daddy was teasing child on the beach with an ice cube and fingers ...

dada 's fingers start a steady flier motion on infant '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 flatus washout it all away. `` Thats it sister, do you remember you can cum for daddy ? '' he asks as his finger continue to circle your clit at a constant pace. `` Tell me sister, can you cum for me ? ``

Daddy 's question hangs in the air.

'' Oh yes Daddy '' you say, you are so close to cumming, just a few to a greater extent seconds of Daddy 's finger rubbing like that and you 'll irrupt.

'' Oh my god ! '' you hear a cleaning woman 's voice vociferation. Daddy 's hired hand pulls away, and standing not 30 feet away down the beach, is a woman towing a small tiddler 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 minor seems not to notice anything unusual. Your middle sports meeting hers, her gaping mouth centering shut and she drag her baby quickly off by the arm, before she 's exposed any further.

Daddy laughs, `` I think we need to recover a bit more concealment, '' he says, as he gently covers your fork and nipples up with your bikini. He grabs you by the hand and pulls you from your lounge chair. `` LET go back into the hotel '', he says.

Gladly you tag along behind him, daddy has a firm clutch on your left wrist with his mighty hand. You make it into the hotel lobby. papa looks back and Forth, scanning for something. He spots it, then says, `` This way baby. '' he leads you off past the banking company of elevator, then in through a door to the lobby 's lady 's restrooms.

A middle aged woman is standing at the sump touching up her makeup. pappa, still dragging you by your carpus heads into a large marble bathroom stall. You glance back over your shoulder as he drags you in. Your center make contact with the cleaning lady 's reflection in the mirror. She 's wintry in home looking at you, you smile to her, and then your vision is cut off by stall room access closing.

pa pushes your back up against the doorway and his lips mash into yours in a fierce kiss. You open wide as papa 's knife energy 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 shank and rive your hips into his. You can palpate his severe humanity through his shorts pressing into you. You do n't get laid what to do with your hands, One is up over your mind against the stall door, the other is braced against the threshold, lower down, helping to push your hips out towards Daddy. He breaks the kiss.

'' Take your two-piece off infant. '' Daddy instruction.

You quickly follow and untie the top, it falls away from your beautiful tits and you sling it up over your shoulder so that its hanging on the top of the sales booth threshold, one cup on the interior, the early on the outside. You hear a slim gasp from exterior, apparently the woman doing her makeup has not yet left.

'' surface Daddy 's drawers '', he commands again. Another gasp from the fair sex at the sinkhole informs you that she heard the control as well. Your hands struggle briefly with the zipper and button of Daddy 's shorts, but soon they 're open and the boxers bead to the flooring around his understructure. Daddy is n't wearing underwear and his cock springs up before you. You reach forward to grasp his magnetic pole, but instead, he grabs both your wrist and pins them over you head against the shillyshally door.

pappa holds your articulatio radiocarpea firmly with his left over hand, as his right hand pulls open air one side of the bikini merchantman 's string section, and then quickly does the like to the other position. Your bikini bottom drops to the story, leaving you completely naked. Daddy shoves one knee between your legs, forcing them apart. Gladly you spread your leg, he moves forward urgently. dad uses his right-hand arm to gazump behind your remaining knee and airlift it up high gear in the air. Your pussy is tilted forward as Daddy 's cock slides up along your wet lips. You can sense yourself dripping, and then his cock has found its sign and he slides it quickly into you.

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

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

'' Oh fuck me Daddy ! ``, you pant. He continues to force into your forcefully, your ass is audibly slapping against the stall door, Daddy 's balls make a slapping sound against your ass at the windup of each thrust. Soon you are both in the throw of warmth, moaning and panting uncontrollably, the cubicle room access slamming in time to your movements. The pressing continues to jump on inside you, an coming is boiling to the surface.

'' Harder daddy, fuck me harder ! '' you shout. As Daddy does his Best to comply, you rocket over the boundary. spasm 's of orgasmic pleasance rip through your body and a wail erupts from your mouth. Its too much for Daddy.

'' Oh child, I 'm cumming ! '' he shouts and he thrusts so tough 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 feet are lowered down to the trading floor until your standing on your own. dad keeps leaning into you panting. He finds your lips and kiss you deeply. You hear the cleaning woman at the counterpunch almost running out the bathroom, her heels clicking against the roofing tile floor.

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