I needed release, but I couldn't fuck Tom. My studies would be ruined. I shut my bedroom room and dug out my hummingbird vibrator with rotating beads ...and a swivel head. It's noisy, but I figured it was the least he deserved for teasing me so much.I flipped the thing on, clicked my own bottle of lube open and rubbed it down. It's seven inches or so, but the added features were independently operated at eleven speeds. It was expensive but never fails. I ached for that cock, I wanted to see it. I felt the soft flesh of her hips press into mine while my knees kissed the back of hers. Gently, but still firmly, I grabbed her hair and shifted her blinded head so I could kiss her neck and nibble her earlobe. My other hand rejoined her voluptuous breasts while our breaths entangled and our bodies swayed into a pagan dance. Two bodies writhing as one in an increasingly swift and increasingly sensual rhythm.I licked the sweat off her spine before planting my teeth marks in her shoulder. Then. She rimmed his hole with a finger and then thrust it into him. He froze for a second, feeling his mothers finger invade his rectum then he moved up, over her head so his cock was pointing straight down at her mouth. He straddled her face again and thrust his balls against her mouth. I watched her tongue flick out and lick them before starting to suck on them gently. All the time this was going on, our daughter was eating her mothers cunt and she was getting noisier and noisier. I could see my. For a moment, we were father and daughter, not artist and model. Clothed father and naked daughter laughed and embraced. Then, it was back to creation. Dad had me use the post as a prop. I hugged it, pushed it, and leaned against it. My curves met its straight lines; my smooth skin, its rough surface.The artist got more than he asked for. I felt free to express myself through my body. I started flirting with the camera, acting more boldly, more energetically, more sensually. Dad pushed me to.