The apple of my daddy's eye

Daddy gave me a soft white bear that I keep tucked under my chin. Now every afternoon I climb onto my bed, pull the tiny panties aside, and show him everything. My fingers slip between my pussy lips, slow circles first, then quicker, until the slick spreads over my knuckles. I bite my lip and whisper to the bear about how Daddy’s look makes my tummy flutter. The need builds until I press two fingers inside, hips rolling, breath catching in sharp little gasps. My other hand drifts lower, tracing the tight ring between my cheeks, pressing, teasing, then sinking in knuckle by knuckle. Heat sparks, and a sudden wet warmth spills over my fingers; I don’t stop, just keep working both holes until my thighs tremble and my voice breaks on his name. The bear watches, quiet and loyal, while I come in soft, shaking waves.