2010 03 03 03-indian-sex

I sipped at my beer, paying no attention to the program on. Instead, I was thinking about the barely legal teen that had just allowed me to facefuck her in my living room and then thanked me for the privilege afterwards. Last we left off... Daddy was teasing Baby on the beach with an ice cube and fingers... Daddy's fingers start a steady circular motion on Baby's clit, 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 wind wash it all away. "Thats it Baby, do you think you can cum for Daddy?" he asks as his fingers continue to circle your clit at a constant pace. "Tell me Baby, 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 more seconds of Daddy's fingers rubbing like that and you'll explode. "Oh my god!" you hear a woman's voice shout. Daddy's hand 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 legs, 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 snaps shut and she drag her child quickly off by the arm, before she's exposed any further. Daddy laughs, "I think we need to find a bit more privacy," 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 lounge chair. "Lets go back into the hotel", he says. Gladly you tag along behind him, Daddy has a firm grasp on your left wrist with his right hand. You make it into the hotel lobby. Daddy looks back and forth, scanning for something. He spots it, then says, "This way Baby." he leads you off past the bank of elevators, then in through a door 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 heads into a large marble bathroom stall. You glance back over your shoulder as he drags you in. Your eyes make 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. Daddy pushes your back up against the door and his lips mash into yours in a fierce kiss. You open wide as Daddy's tongue pushes deep into your mouth. One of his hands has pushed aside your bikini top and is squeezing your left breast. His other arm encircles your waist and pulls your hips into his. You can feel his voyeur hard manhood through his shorts pressing into you. You don't know what to do with your hands, One is up over your head against the stall door, the other is braced against the door, lower down, helping to push your hips out towards Daddy. He breaks the kiss. "Take your bikini off Baby." Daddy commands. You quickly comply and untie the top, it falls away from your beautiful tits and you sling it up over your shoulder indian so that its 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 woman doing her makeup has not yet left. "Open Daddy's shorts", he commands again. Another gasp from the woman at the sinks informs you that she heard the command as well. Your hands struggle briefly with the zipper candid and button of Daddy's shorts, but soon they're open and the shorts drop to the floor around his feet. While we did have and enjoy vanilla sex, we did also enjoy the kinkier, rougher side of things. We’d all spit on you, make you look like filth. She is horny for you and very wet. I ripped off his shorts and ripped open a condom. I left for the hotel at about 9:15. Nicole shrugged. I grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples. I would voyeur describe it indian as a laidback atmosphere that embraces the pulse of the city’s yachting culture and with marina candid views abound. “Hmm…” I narrowed my eyes at Justina again (God, that’s fun to do), “I can’t tell if you’re being a good friend, or just fulfilling a fantasy. When she realized that I had not cum yet, she began to bounce back on me with renewed fury.