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The camera caught every detail… the way her tits bounced with each breath, the way her back arched, the way she bit her lip and whimpered, “Fuck… right there…” Lesbian p**n is so hot. We women just knew how actually to get shit done properly. “God, Nicole…” I moaned under my breath, three fingers buried deep inside my dripping pussy. I thrust them hard, matching the rhythm of the tongue on screen, pretending it was me tasting her instead. My hips rolled desperately against my hand, slick sounds filling the room as my juices coated my fingers and dripped down to my ass. I was so fucking wet it was so freaking good.

Her pussy was visibly dripping, coating the dildo in shiny wetness. Ethan could not move. His quiet, nerdy stepsister was a secret camwhore. And judging by the number of viewers over 4,800 people watching live, she was a very successful one. He pulled out his phone and quietly started recording a short clip. Just enough to prove what he was seeing. June moaned louder, rubbing her clit fast. “I’m gonna cum… fuck I’m cumming for all of you!” Her body shook hard as she squirted around the dildo, soaking her bedsheets. The chat went wild with tips pouring in.

“What is it? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?” She shook her head and went to the desk, grabbing my laptop from where it had stood closed since I had arrived back on Poros. She switched it on, her fingers trembling as she logged into her social accounts and turned the screen so that I could see. Plastered on her page was a video with the title “Cassandra the Cocksucker learns new moves”. She pressed play and my stomach knotted as I watched a video of the inside of the strip club - a video of Cassandra and Amy dancing their rehearsed set perfectly while men threw dollar bills on the stage in front of them.

she said, "so I can live-stream the video of me jerking off to you while I'm recording it for Holly. I'll put her recording next to my live feed so you can whack off to both of us at once." I smiled and said, "Now, who's being awesome? For a dyke, you're damned okay yourself!" "I prefer lesbian," she replied in mock indignation as she booted the two computers. "Dyke sounds too whips-and-chains." *** In my room, I set my computer up to stream to the TV, and while I was stripping out of my clothes the phone rang. "You ready?" Lana asked. "I am go for launch!" I answered as I pushed my pants and shorts to the floor and kicked them aside.

Not on my watch. But then she speaks again. “Thank you, Dirty Dan, for the tip.” Her hands slide down her body, teasing and stroking. Holy shit. She’s camming. My angel’s a cam girl, putting on a show for creeps online, and I’m right here, watching it live. My grin splits wider, my cock already stirring. This is better than I could’ve dreamed. I fumble for my phone, flipping through cam apps, shitty site after shitty site, until I find her, her face glowing on my screen. I need a username, something that screams me. LeatherLurker. Perfect. I join the chat, type a quick hello, my heart pounding like a drum.

Jan’s still firm thirty-six C cup size with incredible big nipples on huge aureoles, they must be more than an inch in diameter, are magic for me. “Tell me what both of you want and like, Kate.” “Help us live our our fantasies. “I want my man to masturbate while he watches. Lesbian sex always has an extra dimension with my man watching, enjoying and masturbating,” I tell her as she rubs her cunt on mine as we tongue kiss with the tips of our wet tongues. "That is so good, so fucking good," I moan as she continues to grind her cunt into mine. “And I want you to make me squirt, really squirt,” I whisper as she lays me on my back on the bed, then puts a pillow under my ass.

I said. Charlotte crouched on the ground sorting out the camera's gears. "What are those for?" asked Olive, having a nosy look at her bag. "Media studies," Charlotte grunted, shoving the mini-tripod and lens around impatiently. "I'm being forced against my will and for no possible educational value to make a documentary about an all-girl baseball team. Even though I happen to think all of the sports are a boring ridiculous excuse for some attention and ego-stroking."

Phoebe's POV At first, I felt like a little slut for doing the things I did online. But now? Now I felt empowered and turned on whenever I booted up my computer and got to work. The laptop sat on my bed right between my thighs, my legs wide open as I brought the vibrator to my clit and turned it on. I never showed my face, always keeping the camera angled from the neck down to conceal my identity. I couldn’t see my clients, who’d paid a hefty amount to watch this little show, but I knew they had their eyes trained right on me.

“I don’t want to stop touching you like this. Not for them. Not for anyone.” Maya’s thumb moved in a slow circle against Lila’s skin. “Same.” They had started the account eight months ago. At first it was just photos—matching lingerie, close-ups of hands on thighs, the kind of soft stuff that paid the rent. Then the messages started asking for more. Videos. The two of them together. Real sex. Lila had been the one to say yes first. Maya had taken three days to answer. Now they filmed twice a week. Full scenes. Nothing held back. Subscribers paid monthly to watch the twins who looked exactly alike fuck each other on camera. No one in their real life knew. Not their parents. Not their friends

"For what?" Layla glanced around before leaning in closer. "Creating and distributing... you know... videos. Of raping unconscious girls and selling them online on the dark web to creeps. Apparently, someone mailed an anonymous memory card straight to the station, and when they checked it..." Her voice dropped even lower. "Fifty videos, guys. Fifty." Mia made a strangled sound. "Fifty? That’s... insane. How could they even—" "Damn, that’s horrible!" Sophie exclaimed.