The neon glow of my webcam bathed my room in a soft, otherworldly light, casting vibrant hues across my bedroom walls as I leaned into the lens with a coy smile. My fingers danced over the keyboard, the clack of the keys echoing in the quiet space as I scrolled through the chat. “Thanks for the tip, Anon420!” I giggled, my eyes lighting up at the generous donation. The thrill of the unexpected windfall sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew exactly what my devoted audience had paid for.
With a dramatic pause, I slowly began to unbutton my crop top, the fabric parting to reveal the swell of my ample breasts, straining against the confines of my lacy black bra. The room was thick with anticipation as my viewers watched with bated breath, the chat exploding with a frenzy of lewd emojis and eager commands. My heart pounded in my chest, a heady mix of excitement and nerves as I leaned back in my chair, allowing gravity to do the rest.
The bra hit the floor with a soft thud, and I cupped my breasts, giving them a playful jiggle before letting them bounce free. The camera captured every inch of my pale, freckled skin, the soft flesh jiggling with each movement, my pink nipples already hardening with arousal. I glanced down, admiring the handfuls of flesh that had earned me so much virtual currency tonight.
“Wow, look at those melons!” An anonymous user typed, the words appearing on the side of my screen. I couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a warm flush spread across my cheeks. I knew I had a good set, but the adoration was always a bit surprising, no matter how many times I’d seen it. “Keep going, E-goddess!” another chimed in, and with a sultry purr, I decided to give them the show they were craving.
My hand slid down my stomach, tracing the waistband of my shorts before hooking my thumbs under the elastic. With a teasing wiggle of my hips, I inched the fabric down, revealing the top of my panties. The chat grew more frenzied, the tips rolling in like a digital waterfall, each one a silent vote of encouragement. But it was the moment my fingers grazed my clit that the real magic began, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that I hadn’t expected. The sound of my gasp was met with a symphony of eager, lewd responses.
I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation of my own touch, as I began to rub slow, deliberate circles around my sensitive nub. The soft fabric of my panties was already damp, the scent of my arousal filling the air as I grew wetter with each pass. My other hand found its way to my breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple until I was sure it was a dark shade of pink, matching the flush that had taken over my cheeks.
Anon420’s message popped up again, this time with a simple yet effective “Faster!” My breath hitched as I obeyed, my hand moving with more urgency, the sound of my palm smacking against my skin punctuating the otherwise silent room. My hips began to rock against my hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
My eyes flew open to meet the camera’s unblinking gaze as the first wave of climax washed over me. My body arched, pushing my breasts out towards my adoring fans, and I let out a cry that was part moan, part whimper. The chat erupted with congratulations and demands for more, my screen a blur of text as the tips grew even more generous.
The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me panting and trembling in its wake. I leaned back in my chair, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. But I knew the night was far from over, and my devoted fans were expecting an encore.
I slid my panties to the side, revealing my glistening folds to the eager eyes of the audience. My fingers played along my slit, tracing the path my arousal had made, collecting the wetness to coat my clit once more. The coolness of the chair against my bare skin was a stark contrast to the heat building between my legs, and I couldn’t wait!
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