Time to have her sample your meat

You smile at her and pull the see-through wrap off her body, your fingers dancing over her blemish-free skin, goose-pimples breaking out as she sighs to your touch.

"I could teach you to tease a man forever, and most men would be happy to be subjected to any touch you can give them," you murmur, "but something that both boys and men have in common is that we don't require as much foreplay as a woman."

You guide her hands to the waistband of your swim trunks. She eagerly starts to pull them down. As they catch on the bulbous head of your sizable member, you help her by flexing your hips and pulling the elastic over. She gasps as your cock bounces in the warm air, and her slender fingers immediately curly around the tip.

"It's so big, daddy" she gasps.

"Sit on the lounger," you gently guide her. She does as you suggest and her finger begin to gently dance over the sensitive skin of your cock. "A little more pressure," you suggest, and she starts gripping you more tightly. You groan, and it seems to give her more confidence, as her grip increases. You guide her fingers to play with the sensitive area just below the tip of your cock. "Do you think you're ready to try taking me in your mouth, baby?" you almost whisper.