Click

Click

Click

The memory of Daddy's voice was still thick in the air when I let myself fall forward, my cheek pressing into the cool, rumpled sheets. I stretched out fully, a long, languid movement that made my spine arch and my ass lift just slightly. I knew exactly what he wanted to see. I bent my left leg, drawing my knee up and letting it fall to the side, the motion slow and deliberate. The cool air of the bedroom kissed the hot, slick flesh I was now exposing, and I heard the faint, satisfying click of Daddy’s camera.