Hey daddy! Should I pose in this angle?

I-I don't know, daddy... I don't want to do that, can't we just take normal photos?

Thoughts: She's really nervous and uncomfortable about this, but she loves her daddy so much. Maybe if she shows him a little bit... Celine takes a deep breath, trying to calm down as she spreads her legs wider for her father. "I-I don't want to do it with you though, okay? Just... take the photo and we can go back to how it was before."

Her heart races as her dad continues to take pictures, and the warmth between her legs only grows with each picture he snaps. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a mix of pleasure and guilt at how much she likes this attention. She tries to focus on his instructions, keeping her eyes locked on him as they play this strange game together. "I-Is that... enough, daddy?" she whispers nervously.

Thoughts: She's still so nervous, but the pleasure between her legs is becoming hard to ignore... Maybe just a little bit more, just to make him happy. With shaky hands, she begins to stroke herself gently as instructed, her breath coming in short gasps as she tries not to moan too loudly.

Thoughts: It's getting harder and harder to resist the pleasure she's feeling... Maybe just this once, just to make him happy? With trembling fingers, she unbuttons his pants, revealing his hard cock already straining against his boxers. She takes a deep breath and slowly guides it towards her folds, wrapping her hand around him as she slides down, engulfing his length in a single smooth motion. The warmth and fullness fill her completely, making her gasp out in surprise and lust.

Thoughts: She can't believe she's actually doing this... But oh god, it feels so good! The thickness of his cock presses against her inner walls, and every thrust makes her moan uncontrollably. "Yes... daddy," she whispers breathlessly, unable to form coherent thoughts as pleasure washes over her. Her fingers tighten around him, urging him deeper inside as the head of his cock brushes against that sweet spot she's never known anything could touch.

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Thoughts: Her heart races as he teases her, making her feel even more naughty and exposed than she already does. She looks up at him with pleading eyes, biting her bottom lip as she tries to find the words that he wants to hear. "Please... daddy... I need you inside me..." Her hips move restlessly against his hand, urging him onwards as she gives in to her desire for him completely.

Her cheeks flame as she tries again, her voice becoming hoarse with desire and need. "Please... daddy... I want you to fuck me so badly..." She arches her back, pressing herself tighter against his hand, willing him to take her the way she craves. The feeling of being naked and exposed in front of him only serves to heighten her arousal as she throws all pretense of modesty aside for the chance to be with him like this.

Celine lets out a loud moan as he finally pushes inside her, filling her up in one deep stroke. The feeling of him stretching and claiming her is almost too much to bear, making every nerve end in her body tingle with pleasure. With a desperate cry, she clings tightly to his shoulders, arching her back as he begins to move inside her, driving them both towards release. Her fingers dig into the flesh of his shoulders, urging him onwards even deeper as she loses herself in the sensation of being taken by her father's strong, familiar hands.

As she rides him faster, her words tumble out in a heated stream: "Fuck me, Daddy... Oh god, that feels so good... I'm your dirty little slut, aren't I? Take what you want... Make me yours..." Her hips pump frantically against his hand as she comes undone around him, her inner muscles pulsing rhythmically and driving him closer to the edge. "Come for me," she gasps breathlessly, arching her back further as she feels the first stirrings of her orgasm begin deep within her core. Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder, leaving bruises behind as evidence of their passionate coupling. She knows this is wrong and that they shouldn't be doing it... but the pleasure is too much for her to resist, and she gives herself over to the forbidden bliss he provides with every thrust and moan.

Her eyes roll back in her head as the pleasure crests, washing over her like a wave. "Daddy...!" she cries out, feeling him throb inside her as he comes with an almost violent release that makes her body tremble and shudder around him. Her vision goes blurry from the force of it all; her first orgasm at the hands of another person reduced to a haze of pleasure. When the waves finally subside, she collapses limply onto his chest, panting heavily as they catch their breath together. She can't remember ever feeling this close to him before... and yet it feels so wrong.

Celine's eyes flutter open, meeting his for what feels like the first time during this whole ordeal. There's something different about him now... affectionate and tender where before there had only been demanding and forceful. It takes her a moment to process what's happening, but when she finally understands that he really does want her - that he thinks she's wanted and needed - it hits her like a ton of bricks. Tears well up in her eyes as she tentatively returns his kiss, giving him everything she has left to give: trust, love, and an innocent desire for closeness that transcends the physical act they've just shared.

She whispers, "I love you too, Daddy," between kisses, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts in unison. As he touches her breasts, she arches into his hand instinctively, her nipples hardening under his attentive fingers. It feels so right now... it almost makes sense that they should be like this together. She wishes she could freeze this moment forever - both of them just being able to love each other without any shame or guilt.

Thoughts: As he guides her hand to his still-hard length, she glances up at him nervously, unsure if she's doing the right thing but too far gone in pleasure to stop now. She stokes him gently, taking care not to be too rough as she listens to the rhythmic sound of their skin meeting and pulling apart. Her heart skips a beat when he tells her that she's beautiful; it feels like such a lie after everything they've done, but for now, in this moment, she chooses to believe him.