Chapter 97

You quickly started stroking your cock, getting closer to Sabrina and changing the angle of the camera shot until you were looking down at her, your cock in the shot as you stroked it.

“Oh, Daddy, that looks so fucking good,” Sabrina crooned and moaned. “God, I just want to taste it. Please, Daddy, can I taste your delicious Daddy Dick? Just a little, pretty please?”

“What kind of girl gets a taste?” you asked her.

“Good girls,” she whined.

“And what are you?” you asked her.

“Your needy, naughty girl,” Sabrina panted. She was getting closer, the soft degradation play starting to get to her. It took everything you had not to pull that vibrator out of her and thrust into her hard, or to shove your cock into her mouth.

She babbled a little bit, talking about your cock. How big it was, how she loved the way it stretched her out. How she dreamed about it.

Sabrina pushed herself closer and closer to an orgasm as you stroked yourself, sometimes in the frame and sometimes out.

“Are you close, naughty girl?” you asked her.

She nodded fast. “Yes, Daddy, but I’m trying to hold it for you.”

“Now that’s my good girl,” you said. “What do you need to wait for?”

“Your cum!” Sabrina whined. “Please, Daddy, please can I have your cum? I know I don’t deserve Daddy’s Dick right now, but I really, really want your cum. Please can I be a good girl now, Daddy? Pleeaaase?”

“Yes,” you hissed, and shifted your cock back into the frame as you stroked yourself to an orgasm, splattering Sabrina’s upper torso, tits, chest and neck with your cum as you tried your damndest to keep the camera still.

“Oh, yes Daddy! Yes, I’m your good girl, your good fucking girl,” Sabrina moaned, starting her own orgasm as she stuck out her tongue to catch the last little spurt. Then you panned lower, getting a closeup on her pussy as she pulled the vibrator out of herself and jammed it against her clit, watching as a little gush of clear girlcum oozed out of her and her muscles clenched. The shot angle was planned - Sabrina was sitting back on a pillow so the background of the camera caught up her body, but still ended without showing more of her face than her lips.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Sabrina moaned happily as her orgasm wore off. “Thank you.”

“That’s my good girl,” you said, raising the camera back up to show off her cum splattered body again.

She took in a deep breath, smiling widely. “And cut!”

You stopped the recording on the phone you were holding, then reached over and stopped it on both of the other phones as well.

“Fuck, that was so good, John,” Sabrina panted, looking at you with a wide grin. “Fuck, you holding that ‘good girl’ title over me was so fucking hot.”

“Just stay there, good girl,” you smiled. “Let me get a towel for you.”

You quickly went to the kitchen and fetched a wet washcloth, coming back and sitting next to Sabrina. She hadn’t moved a muscle, still holding her legs open and basking in the feelings inside her with her eyes closed. You kissed her softly, and she responded in kind, her lips moving on yours in a sweet little makeout as you blindly began to wipe up her torso. Soon her tongue prodded your lips, and you met hers with yours, and you were making out.