I'm outside and I'm completely soaked.

It's not because of the touch - at least not yet - but simply because I know you're looking at me. Because I know you're imagining me like this.

I sat on the grass at the edge of our land, the sunlight shining on my thighs, and the gentle breeze blowing through my skirt.

I dressed you up. I wanted to make myself look pretty... and dirty at the same time. So I chose a bra that barely covered my breasts. The thin shoulder straps, the lace - it did nothing to enhance my nipples except for looking pretty. Under this white dress - yes, honey - was your favorite underwear. Black. The lace was thin at the front and nothing at the back. I sat here, and it was tightly pressed between my legs, already feeling soaked.

Do you want to see it?

Do you want me to take all of it off?

Then just touch yourself, honey. Just a little bit. Through your pants. Don't take off anything yet. Let me do the work.

I reached behind and pulled open the zipper of my skirt - slowly, teasingly. One shoulder strap slipped down onto my shoulder. Then the other. I let it fall to the position just above the breasts - still wearing a bra. I wanted you to see its outline first. Tease. I wanted you to see the nipples, the curves, the sweat accumulated between them.

"Do you like this?" I asked softly, my voice almost struggling to get out. "Would you like to see what's below?"

You will also touch, right? Just a little bit? Hope you can hold back.

I pulled the skirt down, and my breasts spilled out. I hadn't taken off my bra yet. I lifted them up, pushed them together, and made them bounce. I leaned forward, letting the shoulder straps slip down. Finally - finally - I was completely naked in the sunlight.

"Dad, do you like these nipples?" I whispered. "Do you want to touch them again? Remember how sticky they were last time?" I giggled and used my finger to slide along the slope of one of the breasts. "I do."

I put one hand between my legs, pulled the soaked underwear out, and then brought the hand back to lick it.

"Well... damn. I smell like I've been thinking about your penis all morning."

I lay down, slowly pulling the skirt over my hips, revealing more of my underwear - tight, black, and slightly damp, clearly visible. My fingers slid along the edge of the underwear, teasing both myself and you.

"I bet your penis has already started leaking."

I pressed the lace against my body. As the fabric slid between my lips, the smooth warmth made me sigh softly.

"Would you like to take a look at what's below?"

Take your penis out. Right now. Don't touch it for now.

Look, I'm letting my underwear slide down.

I lifted my bottom, using two fingers to grasp the waistband of my pants, and slowly pulled them down. The waistband stuck for a while - that's how wet I was - and then slipped down, soaking wet and gleaming. I lifted them up for you to see, so you could see how messed up I was. I pressed them against my nose and moaned.

"Did you smell that smell? That's what you did to me. Just thinking about your penis makes me feel like that."

I threw them beside me and then reached out to take the jar.

You know. That kind of lubricant with a semen-like smell. I slowly opened it, inserted two fingers in, lifted it up to show you - covered in semen, dripping all over. Then I spat out a mouthful of saliva. Long and slow, filthy - the saliva flowed from my lips onto my fingers, mingling with that slippery lubricant.

"Baby, are you ready?"

Because now I'm ready for you to touch me.

"Pull out your penis, honey," I whispered, licking my fingers as if they were your tip. "Let me have a look."

You complied, didn't you? I know you will.

I looked at you. My eyes were fixed on your screen, my lips slightly parted, one hand holding that thick and hard penis, and the other hand already supporting your testicles as I had told you. I could tell that you were about to come. I wanted to penetrate through the screen and lick off every drop.

"Spit on me," I whispered.

I'll show you how to do it. I bent forward, spat out a thick mouthful of saliva, and then spat it down. The saliva splashed onto my private area, making a wet "plop" sound, mingling with my moisture and dripping onto the towel beneath me. I couldn't help shivering.

"Do it right now. I want to see that cock's penis soaked through."

You spat out a mouthful of saliva. It was very dirty. It dripped out of your mouth and landed on your penis. Watching you getting yourself all messy, I couldn't help groaning.

"Okay. Now hold it with your lovely hand. Don't grip it too tightly - not yet. I want you to gently stroke it and slowly pull it out."

I reached my hands between my legs, spread my arms wide, and with my two fingers, I glided over the lubricating substances, saliva and slippery fluids, as if inviting you to open your heart to me.

"Damn it, honey. Look at this. I'm all wet. It's all for you."

I grabbed the fake penis. Before inserting it, I just used it to rub my clitoris, teasing, moaning, and my buttocks twitching. I rolled my eyes and spat out a mouthful of saliva. My saliva spread all over its shaft, covering it, and I enjoyed this lewd feeling.

"Do you still remember how it was last time?" I said while pressing it into my cleavage. "Do you still remember how you fondled my cleavage and then ejaculated on me?"

I used the fake penis to stroke and squeeze between them, applying more saliva and lubricant to my chest.

"I want to feel your penis again. I want to smell the scent of your semen on my breasts in the coming day."

You are touching faster now. I can feel it. I hear your voice. That smooth rhythm. The tension in your jaw.

"Take it easy," I said with a smile. "You haven't ejaculated yet. You're not at the point where you should."

I lowered the fake penis and finally inserted it into my body. Only the tip was visible. I moaned loudly - real, primal, and full of desire.

"Imagine this is your penis," I whispered. "Imagine me riding you in an empty place like this. Imagine how loud the sound would be I would make."

I slowly inserted the toy into my body, pulled it out and pushed it back. My buttocks rolled, and one hand was placed on my clitoris.

"Touch with me."

I am in sync with you and we will act together.

"Before I give the okay, you mustn't ejaculate."

The toy vanished inside me. I shouted loudly, my body arched, my breasts bouncing up and down. Saliva dripped onto my chest, my lips, and flowed down my thighs.

"You're almost there," I moaned. "I can feel it. I know you're almost here."

I rode the toy even harder. The sound I made was grungy. Slippy. Wet. Messy.

"Do you want to ejaculate? Please me."

I moaned, slowed down, bit my lip, and stared at the screen.

"Tell me how much you want to explode. Tell me what you're thinking about - my tits? My mouth? My vagina smeared with saliva and lubricant, and my sickly desire for you?"

I slid the toy all the way in and stayed there, constantly rubbing it.

"Go ahead. Say 'please', honey."

Oh, right. You don't have to say "please" to me - I'll follow your instructions.

"Shower it out, baby," I moaned, rocking the toy deeper and my fingers moving rapidly over my clitoris. "Damn, drench yourself - let me see how much you want this little hole."

You moaned loudly and vigorously stroked. The first thick rope shot out - damn - and it spilled over your penis, your hand, and your stomach.

I lost control. I screamed, my legs shaking. Semen sprayed onto the towel, the toy, and my thighs - it was all soaked through.

"Oh my God, yes," I exclaimed. "Dad, next time cover me properly. Let me swallow every drop. I want your semen to spray all over my face, my breasts, my tongue - all over!"

You're still pumping water. I'm still dripping water. I'm giggling and waving goodbye to you and the screen.