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Massage Tool Mishap

... muscle to clench.

"I'm cumming for you, Daddy. God, I wish Mommy was here," I moaned as waved after wave of pleasure coursed through me.

As I came down from my orgasm, I watched Daddy quickly pull up his pants and start to mumble apologies.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said before disappearing as if he was never there.

I lay there for a while, spent from the craziness of what just happened.

Eventually, I got up, removed all the latex clothing, and returned everything just how I found it.

My sweat-covered body had a chill, and I knew the only thing that could get rid of it was a hot shower.

Steaming water cascading down my body was just what I needed. I stood there, letting the hot water release the tension from my muscles before lathering up my luffa and scrubbing my body clean.

As I exited the shower, I wrapped a towel around me, my wet hair clinging to my shoulders.

I still had a few hours until Mom would be home, so I threw on the tiniest bikini I owned and made my way to our pool.

The air was thick from the humidity, causing me to perspire despite just lying there. Yet, the feeling of the sun on my exposed skin made it worth it.

I poured tanning oil into my palms, rubbing my hands together to warm it before kneading it into my skin. The slick oil felt good as I spread it over my torso.

Within minutes, my whole front side glistened. Something about wearing my skimpy swimsuit and the slickness of the oil brought my mind back to this morning's ...

... events with my father.

I slid my oil-covered hands under my bikini top, pressing my palm into my flesh. The greasiness of my fingers caused memories of my cum covered digits to flood my mind.

My already hot body began to warm up as I played with my tits. A smile grew across my face as I pictured my parents watching me pleasuring myself in the backyard.

I knew I should control myself, especially since I had only cum two hours earlier, but my tingly pussy called out to be touched.

I pulled my bikini bottom to the side, careful not to stain the fabric. My labia were already slippery and wet. I spread my lips open and dipped two fingers into myself.

I envisioned Mom finding me this time, her skirt hiked up around her waist, as she plunged her fingers deep inside her.

Masturbating outdoors left me feeling vulnerable, so I decided not to play around. I curled my fingers, dragging them along my g-spot with every thrust, while my other hand rubbed my clit with abandon.

The tanning oil, mixed with my own juices, made my pussy a sloppy mess, and I loved it. The hot sun beat down on my body, causing sweat to form on my brow.

My clit felt more sensitive with every pass of my fingers, making my body contort in pleasure. After what felt like an eternity, an orgasm washed over me.

"Fuck me, Mommy," I yelled, unconcerned with who would hear me.

I soon collapsed on the lounge chair in a puddle of sweat and tanning oil, exhausted beyond belief. I closed my eyes, ...