Nannycam Catches Daughter Masturbating

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Nannycam Catches Daughter MasturbatingI hooked the small nanny cam up to my laptop and opened the device in windows explorer. We had this thing setup for 9 months or so and I’d forgotten about it until we noticed some of our BluRay discs missing after hiring a pet sitter. I opened the Videos folder and found a long list of files with dates spanning the whole week. Double clicking the files and scanning through them I saw pets moving about, light changing, normal activities in the living room. My eyes were getting heavy when I came across an image of my daughter sitting on the couch watching TV that froze me in my seat.I couldn’t see what she was watching, but she lay slouched on the sofa with her legs apart, her school uniform skirt, navy with yellow, white, and green plaid, was spread across her knees and her hand was up underneath it. I could see a rapid rubbing motion taking place. The front of her skirt bounced slightly with each stroke. Her eyes looked heavy and I could see her chest heaving slightly.Everything in me screamed to close the file. It was wrong for so many reasons to keep watching. But I was tuzla escort frozen, mesmerized. She rubbed rapidly, then slowed down, massaging herself under the skirt. “She’s fully dressed,” I told myself. “It’s completely natural.” She’s a beautiful girl of no more years than a baker’s dozen, obviously in touch with her body already. I felt my dick hardening in my gym shorts. Fuck, this is getting weird. Just a couple more minutes, to see what she does.She folded her skirt back to reveal clean white cotton panties. Her fingers were inside them. I flinched towards the mouse to close the file, then stopped. “Phew!” I told myself. “She’s still covered.” But, I couldn’t stop focusing on the motion of her fingers, outlined through the tight fabric that constrained them as she stroked up and down inside. Her eyes would droop, then open. Her free hand wandered up to her chest, which was quite flat. She toyed around with her shirt where her nipple was. My cock was rock hard and dribbling a little pre-cum in my stretch boxers. Without thinking about it, I reached inside and stroked my shaft a few times.”Fuck, what escort tuzla am I doing?” I yanked my hand out and sat back in the chair, looking straight forward with my hands on the arms. On the screen, in HD, my lovely daughter diddled herself, rubbing up and down slowly on her clit. I could tell she pushed one finger inside. Her hand want flat against her body and she let out a little whimper. I couldn’t deny a growing curiosity about what she looked like underneath her panties. Her other hand went up her shirt and she seemed to tweak a nipple as she drove that finger into herself.Then, with two thumbs, she hooked the elastic of her panties and pulled them down to her knees, slipping them to one ankle and stepping out. Her legs fell open and the slit of her pretty pink pussy peeked out into the light of the living room. I felt a rush of adrenaline and erotic desire. Something about the forbidenness of watching her masturbate was incredibly hot. With both hands she stroked the sides, then up and down her labes, then licked one finger and rubbed tiny circles on her clit. Above her vagina, a patch of thin strands tuzla escort bayan of pubic hair, which she tickled for a moment. Her clitoral hood stood out like a tiny fin. She rubbed it again, letting her head fall back against the sofa cushions. She lifted her heels up to the edge of the cushion, so flexible. Her pink anus rotated into view and she toyed with it while rubbing her clit continuously. Gentle moans began to rise from her throat. She sat up, then down, then up again, writhing gently to the rhythm of the pleasure building in her body. Her pussy glistened with the wet lube from her arousal. Small circles become rapid stroking as her brow became furrowed, her mouth hung open and eyes closed tight in a fantastic O-face. “Oh! Oh! Oh! OHHHHHHHHHH!” She called out as she climaxed, pumping her hips forward against her hand as her back arched in orgasmic ecstasy. It was fucking symphonic.Then with fading spasms, she fell to one side on the sofa, her fingers still inserted and rested, breathing heavily as if drifting off to sleep. I watched for a minute or two until she sat back up, pulled her panties back up, smoothed her hair back and got up, leaving the cam’s view towards the kitchen.I paused the video. Holy fuck. This was five minutes of weeks of video files. I knew I shouldn’t look anymore. But, I couldn’t help it…

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