Anything He wants
The motions make me think about my own body: my stomach exposed, my large breasts
barely contained in their cups, the string between my soft cheeks grazing
my
backdoor.
I rapidly apply the rest and remove my hands, like I touched a hot stove, fearful of my mind and the sensations welling inside me. I shake my hands in the hope that I can dull the naughty feelings. I can't, so I run out ahead of him, intent on drowning my hot desires in the cool water. The ocean is revitalizing as my bare feet splash through the tide. I dive
underwater as Daddy gives chase behind me, enjoying the refreshment before
I'm forced to lie in the sun for an hour or so.