Chapter 2 - Naked Streamer on The Line

My laptop's camera is already on standby. Just waiting for the internet to connect to my social media accounts. What do you think I'll do? Guess what?

"Hi, Guys!" I greeted as the live broadcast began to reveal an audience or two.

I untied the tie that held my hair together. My fingers brushed the long dark strands of my hair to the right side of my shoulder as I flashed a smile at the growing unseen audience.

"What should I do today?" I threw out a question until the message display that appeared no longer showed a greeting.

Naked.

Well, that's what I often do to get a lot of views. It's not even uncommon for people to offer to meet and have sex.

Not. Until now, I have never done it directly. I prefer to satisfy myself.

Ah, just imagining it, make me bite my lower lip slowly. My fingers combed the ends of the hair strands slowly as my eyeballs moved upwards.

The hiss that had escaped my lips gave the audience additional reactions. Some said I was sexy. There were also those who openly asked me to suck hers.

My mouth opened, as if ready to receive the male object of desire as I looked up, revealing the surface of my neck that had always been considered tantalizing. My fingers moved there, tapping the collarbone that was visible when I lowered my shirt collar.

The top button is undone.

Then I laughed out loud as I heard the marker for the incoming messages. My gaze drifted to the laptop screen. Being noticed is always fun.

"Hey! Hey! Calm down, Babe. This is just the opener. Want to see something else?" I undid one more button of the large shirt that clung to my body. The audience was growing.

I reposition my laptop before getting up from the chair and pushing it aside, revealing a large bed covered in dark red sheets. I turned my back to the camera as I climbed onto the mattress, lying on my back, exposing the backside of my body that was clad only in a pair of thin panties.

Endorsement. I was paid to wear lingeri-like sleepwear if it was live. Including black chiffon panties with ribbon straps that didn't actually cover my womanly form at all.

Their attention and the memory of their vulgar words succeeded in making my inner turmoil rise. The tops of my breasts were erect, rubbing against the close material of the shirt, adding to the ticklish sensation down there.

I turn around, lying on my back for a moment as I bend my legs, straddling them, exposing my groin which is starting to feel moist. Of course, looking at the ceiling of the room is fun.

I touched the most sensitive point at the core of the body, rubbing it from outside the underwear using my left forefinger. The stinging sensation occasionally makes me let out a sigh. My hips unconsciously move up.

Of course I liked my body better than having to do it with a man out there. Every touch heightened my libido to release a desire that needed to be satisfied.

I took a sitting position, undoing one more shirt button before approaching the laptop screen on the desk and leaning over. "Already, huh?" My question is accompanied by a bite on the tip of the forefinger I used earlier.

Who wants to end? They were only getting starve and asking for more.

I move the tip of the hair to the left side while tilting my head. My index finger moved along the lower lip slowly. I extend my tongue to lick it up and down to the base, then insert it deeply to reach the throat.

Sizzling messages filled the screen.

I laughed again. Teasing them was too easy. Especially with me bent over, helping them see the shape of my breasts hanging out of my shirt.

I straighten my back and put my legs together.

"Which one do you want to see again?" My right eye blinked. My left palm held my left breast that didn't feel like it could be squeezed.

Another sigh escapes me. Meanwhile, my right fingers slide down the shirt collar to reveal an angled shoulder. The beat traces every inch along the neck to behind the ear.

I look up again as I undo the remaining buttons, revealing the cleavage I'm still not satisfied with.

My shirt had been pushed aside on the floor, revealing twin mounds that were still firm despite the center being covered by both hands. My knees began to tremble, resisting the waves that might come.

I pulled back, sinking to the edge of the mattress. Fingers moved to pinch the fully hardened peaks, twisting and pulling occasionally. My thighs rubbed against each other. The pleasure that filled my head was distracting. I closed my eyes to enjoy the game.

My left middle finger rubbed the outer layer of my still-closed pussy. The wetness penetrates the black cloth that comes off once the ribbon is pulled.

Ah, I'm really naked.

The core of my body is caressed slowly. Sometimes pinching the small parts inside. Meanwhile, the right fingers are still teasing the two nipples alternately. A whimper accompanies when my middle finger goes further in. It came out slowly, clarifying the wetness.

My chest heaved as the squeezing and pulling got rougher, trying to reach the desire of flight and lightness. The ring finger on my left hand slips in as well, filling up the woman's hole as I speed up my movements.

I occasionally screamed, dramatizing the increasingly erratic movements of my waist. My long hair moved in various directions, following the moans.

I unconsciously lay on my stomach, resting my knees on the floor as I thrust my fingers inside my vagina, aided by the angle of the mattress that added pressure. My ass crack must have been exposed on camera.

I pinched both nipples until they met in the middle with one hand. The friction on the surface of the sheets adds to the pleasure of the shaking, seeking a satisfying end to the liquid flowing down my groin.

The multiple explosions inside make me relax. Both legs are so weak to stand on. I lay on my back, exposing my sweat-soaked body. Of course my exposed cleavage is so obvious with sticky liquid.

I forced myself to get up, showing two wet fingers in front of my face and then licking them slowly like the men in the fan-submitted photos. They must want me to do it to them.

Too bad. I'm not interested.