The second I hit send on the latest video, my heart started hammering so hard I could feel the pulse beating between my spread thighs.

I was sprawled shamelessly on Daddy’s big leather couch in nothing but one of his crisp white dress shirts — completely unbuttoned, the fabric falling open to frame my tits and my dripping pussy. My legs were hooked over the armrest, knees wide apart, giving the camera the filthiest view possible. Two of my fingers were buried deep inside my tight, soaked cunt, pumping slowly while my thumb rubbed tight, slick circles over my swollen clit. I made sure the angle caught everything — the...