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

pop 's finger start a steady throwaway motion on child 's clit, your genu 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 wind wash it all away. `` Thats it Baby, do you think you can cum for Daddy ? '' he asks as his fingers continue to circulate your clit at a constant stride. `` Tell me baby, can you cum for me ? ``

Daddy 's query hangs in the air.

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

'' Oh my god ! '' you hear a woman 's voice shout. pop 's hand pulls away, and standing not 30 feet away down the beach, is a woman towing a small nipper along with her. She 's looking straight between your lewdly splayed legs, the bikini derriere, pulled off to the face, your scanty slit open up and exposed to her. Her child seems not to notice anything unusual. Your middle meet hers, her gaping backtalk pushover shut and she drag her small fry quickly off by the arm, before she 's exposed any further.

pa laughs, `` I think we need to get hold a bit more seclusion, '' he says, as he gently covers your crotch and nipples up with your Bikini. He grabs you by the hand and pulls you from your waiting area chair. `` Lets go back into the hotel '', he says.

Gladly you tag along behind him, daddy has a firm clutches on your depart wrist with his right hand. You make it into the hotel anteroom. Daddy looks back and Forth, scanning for something. He spots it, then says, `` This way Baby. '' he leads you off past the banking concern of elevator, then in through a door to the lobby 's lady 's public lavatory.

A middle aged woman is standing at the sump touching up her war paint. papa, still dragging you by your wrist heads into a large marble bath cubicle. You glance back over your shoulder as he drags you in. Your eye make liaison with the cleaning lady 's reflectivity in the mirror. She 's quick-frozen in situation looking at you, you smile to her, and then your vision is cut off by stall door closing.

Daddy pushes your back up against the door and his backtalk mash into yours in a fierce kiss. You open wide as pappa 's tongue button deep into your mouth. One of his workforce has pushed aside your bikini top and is squeezing your left boob. His other arm encircles your shank and displume your rose hip into his. You can feel his hard manhood through his shorts pressing into you. You do n't lie with what to do with your hands, One is up over your head against the carrell door, the other is braced against the door, humbled down, helping to push your hip out towards Daddy. He breaks the kiss.

'' Take your bikini off Baby. '' Daddy control.

You quickly abide by and untie the top, it falls away from your beautiful nipple and you sling it up over your shoulder joint so that its wall hanging on the top of the stall door, one cup on the inside, the other on the outside. You hear a slight gasp from outside, apparently the cleaning lady doing her war paint has not yet left.

'' Open papa 's shorts '', he commands again. Another gasp from the cleaning lady at the sinks informs you that she heard the command as well. Your hands struggle briefly with the zipper and button of pop 's trunks, but soon they 're open and the short pants drop to the floor around his feet. pappa is n't wearing underwear and his tool 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 sales booth room access.

pa holds your wrists firmly with his left hired man, as his right pulls assailable one side of meat of the bikini bottom 's strings, and then quickly does the like to the other side. Your two-piece backside drops to the storey, leaving you completely naked. Daddy shoves one knee between your legs, forcing them apart. Gladly you spread your peg, he moves forward urgently. Daddy uses his right arm to solicit behind your left stifle and elevation it up high in the air. Your pussy is tilted forward as Daddy 's cock slides up along your wet rim. You can palpate yourself dripping, and then his cock has found its patsy and he slides it quickly into you.

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

'' infant, your pussy look so safe '' he pants between thrusts.

'' Oh fuck me Daddy ! ``, you pant. He continues to promote into your forcefully, your ass is audibly slapping against the stall door, daddy 's balls make a slapping auditory sensation against your ass at the culmination of each push. Soon you are both in the throws of passion, moaning and panting uncontrollably, the stand door slamming in meter to your crusade. The force per unit area continues to mount inside you, an orgasm is boiling to the surface.

'' Harder pappa, fuck me harder ! '' you shout. As papa does his best to follow, you rocket over the bound. Spasm 's of orgasmic pleasure rip through your body and a wail erupts from your sassing. Its too much for Daddy.

'' Oh Baby, I 'm cumming ! '' he shouts and he thrusts so intemperately 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 spasms 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 counter almost running out the bathroom, her heels clicking against the tile level.

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