3. Masturbation

Sunday evening

The bathroom was filled with steam.

"Karina, you've been soaking for half an hour."

Mrs. Shaw knocked on the outside glass door and, keeping an eye on the time, said, "How many math problems can you do at this time if you use it for studying? Just now, when Mr. Tom left, he said he left you some exercises. Remember to do them after your bath."

Karina rolled her eyes.

"Oh, right away."

I just ran into Jesse and the gang in the neighborhood. Louis even asked about you. Don't just keep your nose to your phone all the time. You should interact more with good students, got it?

"Got it," Karina responded in a perfunctory tone. She couldn't figure out why Louis brought her up. Thinking of that kiss that could hardly be called an event, she even had a rather mean thought -

Surely they won't bring up the incident last week when they almost kissed?

Mrs. Shaw heard her drawl and was beside herself with rage. The spoiled rich girl's temper completely overrode her motherly restraint.

"Karina! You didn't listen to a word I said at all!"

Hearing this, Karina could only weakly reply, "I know, I know. I really got it..."

Mrs. Shaw wouldn't let it go: "Mom is only trying to help you. I want you to be more proactive. Why can't you learn that? I've already talked to Louis. After the evening study session, you go to his place and pick up his math notes. Do you hear me?"

In response to her, there was a huge splash.

The water ripples impatiently.

Karina buried her head in the bathtub, using the water as a barrier to cut herself off from the outside world and temporarily escape her mother's reproach.

The mobile phone rang once.

She flailed out of the water to reach for her phone in the alcove. The lock screen lit up, showing a push notification, a news item about the risk of sudden death due to insufficient blood supply to the heart and brain from taking overly long baths...

It's not a message from Daddy.

Karina pursed her lips in disappointment.

She casually wiped her hair, wrapped a bath towel around herself, and returned to the bedroom, standing barefoot in front of the full-length mirror.

The breasts wrapped in a bath towel created a deep cleavage.

The private part between the legs is like a small bud.

Karina parted her labia, the pale pink petals opening to reveal the tender bud-like clitoris within, an organ with tens of thousands of nerve endings, the only one in the human body solely associated with sexual pleasure.

She was possessed by an inexplicable urge and reached down, rubbing her clitoris in front of the mirror.

My body is very sensitive. Even a gentle rub with my fingertips makes it weep.

Karina had an idea. She picked up her phone, found a good angle, turned on the forced flash, and took a wet and lustful "selfie", sending it to daddy.

The hand returned between the legs.

Repeatedly knead, press, and circle.

Karina closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a tall figure flashed in her mind. His palm caressed her face, getting closer and closer. His lips landed on her cheek. He had a handsome and profound face...

Oh no, why is it Louis?

It withered.

She thought disappointedly.

The phone on the bed kept vibrating. It was Daddy's special ringtone. Karina hurriedly got up from the floor to answer it. Just as she was about to pick it up, she momentarily forgot to check the message.

Daddy: "Masturbating?"

Karina bit her lip and gave a soft "mm" sound, looking timid, as if the person who had just been shamelessly sending photos to flirt wasn't her.

Daddy: "Turn on the camera and point it at your crotch."

beyond dispute

Karina held her breath.

Turn on the camera.

Holding the phone, from top to bottom, the camera aimed at the wet inner thighs, the already ravaged flesh of the crotch, red and luscious, the berries exuding the fragrance of ripe fruits.

"Daddy," her voice began to tremble at the end, "is it, is it okay now?"

Luis laughed and said, "Now you know to be ashamed? You were so brave just now."

His breath was like a shower of rain on her exposed skin, her open thighs, and her moist s*x.

Under that faint and indistinct gaze.

One second.

Two seconds.

The liquid obediently oozed out of the hole.

Karina was both embarrassed and flustered.

Immediately after, he heard his almost indifferent invitation, his voice very faint, as if it were the most severe prison guard interrogating a prisoner he particularly watched over.

"Little dog, how did you play just now? Masturbate for me and show it."

Show him self-stimulation?

Karina saw her face turn red in the mirror. She stood in front of it, spread her labia with two fingers, and skillfully began to play with her clitoris for Luis to see.

After rubbing a few times, her movements became obviously slower.

Although the door was locked, Mom was still in the living room, having already squeezed out a lot of water. Was she still going to continue? On the other side of the screen, those sharp eyes that wouldn't let anything slip by captured every detail in the picture.

Luis can always read her mind.

"Just keep going," he said briefly.

Unwashed black algae-like hair hung over her shoulders, and the loose bath towel spread out on her chest, revealing her snow-white breasts like fully fledged doves, quivering with her self-stimulation movements.

She was almost naked before her master.

Not daring to look in the mirror, she blushed and averted her gaze. The overwhelming shame made it hard for Karina to go on. She tried to be cute and pleaded softly, "Daddy, the puppy knows it was wrong."

Luis remained silent, giving a soft snort through his nose.

A puppy should not masturbate without permission...

"And what else?"

"Also," Karina said, rubbing her clitoris, listing her own misdeeds, and softening her voice even more, "the puppy shouldn't send daddy seductive pictures, shouldn't not reply to daddy's messages, shouldn't always be so provocative... Ah... "

She moaned as her little hole gurgled out love juice.

"You're just going to get yourself into trouble," Luis' voice sounded a bit helpless. "You say you shouldn't be so naughty, but in reality? You're so naughty, you have no limits. Little liar, which word should daddy believe from you?"

"Woof woof... I'm sorry. It's just that the puppy was too frisky..."

Dong, dong —

There was a knock on the door. Oh no, it was her mother. Karina's whole body shuddered violently, her flower passage tightened, and she almost had an involuntary climax.

"Karina, why did you lock the door from the inside?"

Outside the bedroom, Mrs. Shaw twisted the doorknob twice again.

Karina shouted in a hurry, "I'm doing Mr. Tom's math problems! Don't disturb me!!"

The tone is rather brusque and overbearing.

Mrs. Shaw choked up and paused for a moment before saying, "Then be mindful of the time. Mom is flying to Milan tonight. I have a job there that will keep me for a week. If you want to eat something, just tell Aunt Wang..."

"Got it!"

The clitoris is like a soaked bean.

Luis commanded her through the earpiece.

continue.

The fingers between her legs were tormenting the swollen clitoris, caressing the moist sl*t back and forth. Her little face was now filled with both pain and pleasure, and a soft, seductive moan couldn't help but escape from the corner of her lips.

"Whoo..."

"Karina, your voice sounds a bit off. Could you have caught a cold?" Mrs. Shaw's nagging didn't stop. "You're already an adult, a big girl now. Take care of yourself and don't always worry your mother."

Karina struggled to hold back her emotions and tried to make her voice sound normal. "Yes, I know... I'm fine, Mommy. You go to work without worrying."

Finally, the footsteps outside the door gradually faded away. In just a few minutes, the grueling conversation had exhausted Karina to the point of utter fatigue.

Her body was tingling and numb, and her entire body was tinged with a light pink. Her nipples were even more prominently erect, but she was still waiting for an order, an order of permission for the climax.

On the other end of the video, Luis was just asking casual and irrelevant questions: "Why are the puppy's n*ppl*s all standing up? Does it want to be milked?"

"Want..." She squeezed her milky-white breasts together with her arms and shook them at the camera. The waves of her breasts rippled out, and the two pink nipples quivered like cherry blossoms on the branches.

"Hmm? Do you like having your breasts played with by men?"

Karina reacted quickly and replied off the cuff, "The puppy only likes to be played with by daddy. The puppy only plays with daddy. Next time, I'll bring the nipple to show daddy, okay?"

This greatly pleased Luis.

"Babe, say it again," he said.

"Ah ha... The little doggy likes to be played with by daddy... "

Now pinch your own n*ppl*s.

Karina nodded, cupping her breast with her palm, her thumb and index finger pinching the overly sensitive nipple and giving it a gentle tug. A current of electricity crackled from the nipple and spread throughout her body, releasing the pent-up desire.

"No..."

She said, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.

This was her almost reaching the climax. Luis clearly knew this and deliberately spoke each word very slowly, "OK, now stop. Turn around and face away from me."

"...?"

Stop?!

Karina could hardly believe it.

"Put your hands behind your back," Luis said, his cold tone conveying an unspoken firmness. "Do you need me to show you how to kneel?"

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