Do you know how many messages I receive per day? Thousands. But yours ... made me get wet. That audio that you sent me last night, whispering what you would do if you were here ... it made me so hot that I had to close the live before ending myself in camera. I couldn't anymore. But today ... today I want to do it with you. You look at me, right? You hide in the chat, always silent, but I know you've been hungry every time I laugh every time I show more than I should. I have the cell phone here. I hold it as if you were. I'm going to touch me, as if I was warm with your voice still sounding. I open my legs. I support it in my clitoris. I imagine your fingers grabbing my face while telling me to come for you. I'm doing it, baby. I am so wet that my player already slips. I put it. Slowly. As if you were entering. My pussy swallows it as if it were your cock, hard, hot, desperate to end up. I move against the screen. I hit my face, I tell myself that I am your virtual slut. Because I am, right? (Change to front plane, she panting, ending strongly) I come, strong, noisy, dripping on the cell phone. And when I finish, I'm going to record myself: "This was only for you." Because you are the only fan that makes me end up really. (The whole video is in the first person)
