The bedroom set felt ten degrees hotter than the main studio. Mirrors covered every wall, reflecting the bright lights and turning the large bed into the center of a depraved panopticon. My hands were already shaking around the studio light wand as Daddy positioned everyone. My pussy was a soaked, throbbing disaster. I could feel my juices slowly crawling down my inner thighs, threatening to drip onto the floor any second.

“Strip,” Daddy commanded the girl, his voice that deep, authoritative tone that made my knees weak. “Everything off. Max stays fully clothed.”

She didn’t hesitate. Her black dress slid off her body like liquid. My breath caught. She had...