“Shit!” Jordan whispered, frantically looking for the volume buttons.
They were big and easy to miss, but when one is in a state of panic it only makes the simplest of tasks feel like a marathon. Mia continued to twist her nipples on screen; a way she liked to start her shows after some conversation. Jordan sighed as he finally managed to lower the volume using the buttons that were right next to him the entire time. He looked at Mia’s face and smiled, enjoying the pleased expression she made every time her fingers sank into her breasts and pointed her nipples in various directions.
“You think I seem happy today?” Mia laughed in response to someone’s message in the chat. This time, Jordan could actually see what her fans had to say about Mia’s ‘excitement’. “Well, yeah. I had a pretty good day today. It was a pretty shitty month, but my Daddy made it better. How? Well, he made me breakfast, scared off some d-bags, brought me to school, gave me a hug before bed, and during school I…” Mia blushed, stretching her arms as if she was proud. “I gave him a blowjob under his desk.”
The chat went nuts; her fans collectively sent over thirty messages before she could even continue, including:
“That’s so fucking hot.”
“Is your dad a teacher? Where were you when I taught school?”
“Getting them grades the old fashion way huh ; )”
But, most of them loved the fact that she called someone Daddy and loved how she said it in her sweet voice even more. Jordan’s stiffening cock nudged the laptop off his lap.
“Shit!” he shouted again as he grabbed it in time.
He placed it to the side, sighed, and wasted no time pulling his cock out for his babygirl.
“You guys like it when I say that don’t you? You naughty boys. Mmm,” Mia laughed, sticking her tongue out as she fondled gently.
It was then a particular message in chat caused a stir in the room:
“It’s nice, but it doesn’t match your appearance.”
Jordan and Mia squinted at the response, while others in the chat either denied or agreed. Jordan didn’t mind her appearance at all; in fact, her opened blue hoodie and basketball shorts spoke volumes about the girl she was. Mia, on the other hand, knew someone would say something like that eventually. It was a style she felt comfortable with, but mostly because it helped her look tough in a town that would prey on helpless little girls. However, in the safety of her room, and with Jordan in mind each time she said Daddy, she wanted to personify what he had called her earlier; his babygirl.
Mia rolled off the bed and out of the range of the camera. Jordan was upset and was about to tell the other user off, but he had to pay to even get chat privileges. He thought they had hurt Mia’s feelings and honestly wondered if he should have closed the laptop and talked to her. He almost did so, until he heard the sound of her walking back into view.
If it weren’t for her undeniably soft and petite figure, the girl that came into the frame would have been completely unrecognizable. Mia had her hair in pigtails, tied together with the ribbons she would usually use around her neck. She wore her uniform skirt and an adorable, white, frilly bra that cupped tightly under her bulging tits like freshly baked muffins. She crawled onto the bed and covered her face in embarrassment.