DON’T STOP
I cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks as a low, throaty moan slipped from my lips, husky and practiced.
“Mmm… that’s all for now, my foxes,” I purred, voice dripping with promise. “Tomorrow will be hotter. Much better. Be good for Mommy.”
I blew a kiss toward the camera, then ended the live stream.
The sudden silence in my apartment felt deafening. I sat there on the velvet chaise, the red wig slightly tousled, the open blazer still framing my bare chest. My teeth sank into my lower lip as I stared at the blank screen, heart still racing from that absurd gift.