The path to the studio was familiar to her. They went there more than once. Dad talked all the way on the phone, and she looked out the window at the houses, streets, people flying by. Here, finally, they turned into a familiar lane. Quickly climbed the ladder, called the intercom.

Studio as a studio. With a couple of dozen people - make-up artists, director, administrators, photographers, video recording operators. She habitually passed from the less illuminated part of the studio to the more illuminated one. There was a corner, absolutely white place. A red sofa, several blue ottomans, a small multi-colored table, absolutely white walls, randomly scattered books and toys. Looked around. The electronic clock board was in its usual place - the countdown would soon begin. The make-up artist came up, quickly checked her make-up, brought light touches. She sat on an ottoman and began to watch people running around and around the studio, photographers setting up their technique and taking light, chaotic pictures in her direction. Approached the administrator, already familiar reminded the rules. Yes, she remembers that they want from her maximum ease and naturalness. Yes, she remembers that when the time runs out on the clock, she will have to slowly undress in front of numerous camera lenses. Yes, she remembers what comes next. Yes, she is ready. The administrator of the same familiar action patted her hair, wished good luck and moved away. From the chair, next to the director's, with the usual coffee in hand, her father smiled encouragingly, she smiled cheerfully in response. This smile was immediately caught by flashes of several cameras, cheers swept over the studio.
- Silence, silence! - spread around the site. - Camera! Motor! Getting started!

She looked around, habitually walked back and forth. The time on the clock has gone. The flashes of cameras seemed to capture every movement of her. So she piquantly lifted the hem of her dress and gently smiling, made a feast. The flashes of the cameras managed to catch every moment of this movement and capture the delicate beige panties from all angles, under the shot-up dress. She walked up to the sofa, sat on it. Two main cameras, relentlessly watching her. She lifted the dress again, showing off her tummy and panties, lifted the elastic of the panties and let go. Laughed, fun laughed right into the camera. I got off the couch, picked up some book and lay down on the floor to flip through it. Then she shifted slightly to the side and lifted the naughty dress, showing off her lovely ass and letting her capture in any piquant angles. Here are a few people in the macro shooting, captured the delicate skin and chiseled flowing lines of her crotch from the closest possible distance. The administrator shushed at risk to get into the video frame. The time on the clock inexorably decreased. She decided to remove the dress. She easily loosened it on her chest and smiled sweetly at the camera flashes, simply fluttered out of it, easily crossing her legs and approaching the light border.

The flashes immediately surrounded her naked body with even more light. Everyone tried to catch the maximum amount of this delicate body. She walked a little back and forth, writhing her gymnastics ass and stuck her thumbs under the gum of panties. Staff tense up. Here it is a little closer to them. The cameras took a close-up shot, and the photographers again insecurely approached the zone of the video frame. She slightly leaned over and slowly, gladly eating like cotton fabric rubs against her skin, pulled her panties down. The flashes of the cameras overflowed the studio, capturing patches of tender skin, a small opening in the anus, slightly opened tender pink lips. She again went to the poufim. Some moans of disappointment and admiration were heard from behind, it seemed that someone had even finished. She sat on the pouf, took the beloved bear she embraced so often. Flashes again.

She saw them enter - two. One is a little older, the second is younger. She knew them for a long time.In simple bathing shorts, they almost imperceptibly went through the issues and entered the side of the frame. We approached her, smiled warmly and waved our hands. She pressed the bear to herself, then smiled mutually at them with her sweetest and most cheerful smile. Junior sat on the one hand, Senior on the other. She liked their colorful shorts. Here on the clock flashed the end of the second time, they got up again and took off their shorts without any extra movements. The flashes of the cameras lit the podium again. She moved away from everything, looked attentively at the Elder, touched his penis with a small hand, he reacted immediately, it became warmer, a pulsation passed through him. The Junior sat down on the side of her, gently kissed her on the cheek. She touched his dick, too, he was filled with warmth and began to harden. The elder sat down at her side. She turned her head, peering now at one, then at another eyes that she saw so often. The eyes that were so familiar to her, so loved. Some are gray, others are green. Rebet looked at her. She tried to guess what they were thinking. Administrator barely noticeable waved sheet rolled up. The guys got up themselves and raised their girlfriend from two sides under their feet. She hugged them by the neck. Their hands supported her under the ass and thighs, their hands spread her legs, allowing the cameras to capture it in all its glory. Their members chaotically dangled protruding upside down between her legs, as if searching for entrances. Sometimes they touched interesting holes, from which she trembled a little. The moment of truth was near.
- Stop! Shot! - the director proclaimed. - Well done boys!

As almost always happened, a makeup artist came up and quickly adjusted her make-up. Another girl came up and quickly, greasyly greased her between her legs with lubricant. Then they were sprinkled with mist of glycerin so that their bodies would get a brilliant shade.
- Let's continue! - announced the director.

Their penises were dangling between her legs. Finally, they let go of one hand, and she gripped their necks stronger. They directed themselves into it - double penetration by weight. She relaxed, twisted in pain in the ass. Senior entered there. It was unpleasant, but it was necessary. The guys moved, the room was filled with camera flashes. She squeezed and unclenched the sphincter as best she could. She worked with the muscles of her sweet, flat tummy, trying to give her friends maximum of pleasure. The cameras flashed and went out. The world around has slowed down. She turned her head, looking into the eyes of her guys. They responded with tender, filled with pleading forgiveness, looks. She smiled encouragingly at them, nagged painfully between her teeth and endured it. Finally she was released. She got on her knees and two streams of sperm hit her in the face, hit her eyes, nose, open mouth on a delicate pink little tongue. The guys immediately sat next to her and turned all three of them, facing the cameras. It remained only to wave and have a fun smile at the camera.

After filming, she went to the shower as usual and, wrapping herself in a soft bathrobe, sat on a ottoman with a mug of hot chocolate. She allowed the cameraman to take pictures of her holes as close as possible and even slightly opened the gentle petals of the recording, giving the camera a peek inside. She allowed everyone to otfotkat it in different angles and spicy poses, but not more than fifteen shots per person. She chatted nicely with Junior, while the Senior Director took him to another room for piquant communication.

We drove home silently. In the backpack there was a disc with an unmounted record and an envelope with money. A police car fell in behind them as they drove into the forest belt, the car blinked with a red flashing beacon. They stopped, the father looked at his daughter. She habitually and knowing everything, came out, went to the trunk, opened it, took off her panties, rolled up her dress, plugged her cute little mouth with her same panties, and lay back in the luggage compartment. One policeman passed by. She did not see, but she knew that Dad was giving him a video and photo disk. The second walked in silence, unzipped his pants, pulled out a member, tugged, moved it between her legs, put the condom on and entered.She squeaked in her panties trapped in her mouth and indifferently, without a glance, looked at the ceiling of their cars. Here is a member inside her twitching, the first police officer finished in a condom and left. The used condom lay on her tummy, and the second immediately joined the first one. A little more of the same condition and the second condom lay on the tummy, sperm flowed into the navel. The police chuckled approvingly and left. The father came up, looked at his daughter, sighed. She understood and raised her legs again. Dad did not use condoms, he just enjoyed his daughter's tightness, he splashed her belly and rolled up dress, and just silently sat in the driver's seat. Using napkins, she cleaned herself as best she could. Condoms flew into a roadside ditch. She pulled on her wet panties in her own saliva and sat on the passenger side next to her dad. We drove home in silence.