I paused, my hand on the knob, biting my lip. Screw it! Why not? I reached up into my T-shirt, behind my back, before I could think better of it. I undid my bra, working the straps out through the arm-holes of my shirt, taking it off and tossing it aside. I glanced at my mirror again... my n*****s were still hard and straining after my orgasms, poking out against the thin cotton fabric. I smiled shyly at myself. If Daddy was going to keep making pictures of me, then he should at least get the size of my n*****s right!
I unlocked my door and headed downstairs, putting an extra little bounce in my step as I flounced across the kitchen and threw myself into Daddy's arms. I could barely keep myself from laughing, as I saw the way his eyes were tracking the movement of my boobs as I did it! I
