He didn’t want them to think he was in any way spying on them, although from what Sydney had said, the two girls only had eyes for each other it see...med.“Are margaritas okay for you all?” he shouted out from the bar area.“Margaritas would be great Dad,” Sydney said while stepping out onto the ceramic pavers of the deck, with her friends following close behind her.“I just can’t get over how beautiful it is here,” Kenna said, marveling at the crystal blue waters.“It’s just a beach guys,” Addison. The sound of her slurping away was both erotic and disgusting. The sounds I made were nearly as bad. As she’d suggested, I did my best to fuck myself while watching, crying out with pain each I lifted myself up, the clamps tugging at my tender nipples until tears ran down my cheeks. Still, I didn’t stop and, after a while, I found myself getting closer and closer, each spike of pain pumping me full of endorphins. I began to fuck the cock harder and harder, getting closer and closer, my cunt. She sucked and swallowed like an experienced whore, all the time still riding Tyrone’s big erupting cock. Then, as she knew was expected, she licked the boy’s shaft clean and sucked his balls. He got to his hands and knees and told my daughter, “Now my ass. Lick my ass hole, and leave it nice and wet. Then you can watch Tyrone pull his slippery dick out of you and slide right into me. He might want to nut in my ass, or maybe in one of our mouths; he’ll tell us when he’s close.”‘Damn,’ I. We hugged for several seconds before she let go and pulled her shirt over her head. She wore a lacy purple bra, which surprised me. I don't know what I had expected her to be wearing, but it had caught me off guard. Given the circumstances, I suppose I had expected something plainer.She tugged down her skirt and stepped out of it and I stepped forward and kissed her again. As we pressed our lips together, I slinked my hands around her back and unbuttoned her bra, which was more difficult than I.