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I don’t need the money, but camming fills my empty nights and gives me social interaction to look forward to. I get dressed, fix my hair, point my lamps (draped in white T-shirts for soft-glow lighting) at my face, and put on my makeup, saving the red lip for live action on cam. Look at the effort I put in to look nice for you people. We chat about politics and world events, only pausing to do whatever action, usually flashing a body part that is still clothed, a viewer has requested when the token alert sounds.
You would think they would get sick of seeing my boobs after a while.
God, it’s hard to get off when people are watching –- I am definitely not an exhibitionist.
After some concentration, maneuvering, and awkward faces, I finally orgasm, joined by hundreds of viewers. I should get some sort of medal for this public service. I wish viewers a good night and promise that I will be back on cam the following day.
The auction brings a lot of money, reaching my total token goal for the night in a few minutes.
The winners are a combination of a butt-plug and my Hitachi.I let Blagus, my moderator, remove them from the room so I can focus on talking to people.Most just try to compliment me into taking my clothes off, as if simply telling me that I am beautiful will instantly make my panties disappear.If you do not meet these requirements, then you do not have permission to use the Website.The night of my first show, I run around my room, cleaning up, checking how the light looks, deciding where and how to sit, and figuring out what I should wear. My heart starts to beat with excitement and nerves.As I lie in bed, back in PJs and contemplating my night, I am tired but thrilled. Three hundred dollars isn’t bad for sitting in bed for 5 hours.