“Good girl.”
Her lips parted at the praise.
“What do you want me to do?” she whispered.
“Show me how much you missed Daddy.”
She slid her fingers down, close but not touching. Teasing herself without meaning to.
My hand tightened.
“Lower.”
She moved.
Hips tensing.
Lips trembling.
“Stop.”
She froze instantly. God, I loved her obedience. Loved that her body stilled the second my tone changed.
“Pull the panties aside.”
Her breath broke, but she did it slow, so fucking obedient. Just enough for me to see how much she wanted this. My chest heaved.
It reminded me I still hadn’t finalised her toys—a cock moulded from mine. The only one her pussy would know.
Next time, I wanted to be able to tell her to hold that vibrator to her, or slide my dick inside and know I was the one controlling every second of it.
“Touch your clit, light strokes only.”
She obeyed instantly, camera angled right over her pussy. Her fingers slid her panties to the side, and I watched her touch herself the way I like, two fingers circling her clit, slow, needy, already wet for me.
I stroked my cock to the sight of her, precome spilling over my knuckles.
“Open yourself for Daddy.”
She did, pulling her pussy apart so I could see the mess inside, the wet drip down to her hole.
“Sink one finger in baby, just one. Tease daddy, a bit longer.”
I stroked myself harder.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Let me hear you.”
A soft, broken moan spilled out of her, so pretty it nearly wrecked me on the spot.
“Two, baby, it’s time for two fingers. Angle them up, get yourself nice and wet for daddy. I want to hear you.”
She did. Of course she did, and gave me the perfect view while she did it.
She moaned again, higher this time, hips rocking into her hand.
“Such a good fucking girl for daddy, listen to you baby.”
She obeyed — of course she did — and I watched her lose control with every second she tried to hold herself together.
