“Daddy, I have a task to do, don’t I?” My voice trembled a bit.
“Yes, babygirl, you do.” He smiled at me, knowing what I referred to.
Already naked on the bed, I shoved the blanket off of me. My hands cupped my breasts. I pulled at my nipples, hissing between my teeth. I sensed him settling back to enjoy the show.
My hands wandered across my body, luxuriating in the softness of my own skin. I heard him murmur something, but I paid no heed. And then…
I felt the flash behind my eyelids and heard the shutter click over and over again. I couldn’t look at him as he took my picture over and over again.
He moved toward the end of the bed. I cracked my eyes open and realized his attention was focused on my hand. My fingers moved deftly across my skin, as I’d long ago perfected this particular art. I circled left, then right. I ran my finger along my slit, dipping in periodically. My moans and his camera created a unique symphony.
I lost myself to the moment, hips bucking, juices flowing. Dimly, I realized I no longer heard the camera.
My clit began to swell beneath my hand. I mewled my pleasure as I felt my pussy spasm and milky cum flow from my body. Aftershocks hit me as I trembled and shivered in the aftermath. Finally, I opened my eyes. He stood at the end of the bed with the camera still focused on me.
A moment later, he walked over to my side of the bed and pressed play. I put on quite a show.