nsfw | reader has a dick | camgirl guinaifen | cw for exhibitionism | i struggled at the end can you tell |
“come on, guinaifen. put a good show on for the audience.”
your voice was teasing, in the same way that your hands were; dipping down in-between shaking thighs to spread them open, showing guinaifen's wet pussy to the laptop camera. the comment section of the live exploded, comments coming in too fast to read any of them.
she gasped, hand shooting up to her mouth to try and stifle the sounds escaping her. your hands stopped guinaifen from closing her legs in an attempt at preserving whatever little dignity she had, so instead she buried her head in your neck, her face a furious red. her actions were limited as she sat on your lap, your clothed bulge visible under her exposed cunt.
“aw, feeling shy?”
your fingers dip into her cunt, a loud squelching in the otherwise silent room. guinaifen squeaks, already trying to grind down against your hand as you chuckle. her desperation is clear, her slick coating your hands as muffled whimpers escape her as you piston your fingers in and out of her pussy.
“please, please—” she whimpered, words desperate and needy as she continued to grind against your open palm. her hands dropped to hold your forearms for some stability.
guinaifen was a natural-born performer, clear with the way she displayed herself for the camera. she put on a show as she pleased herself with your fingers, breathy gasps and pitched moans captivating the audience from behind their device screens. she throws her head back, an orgasm approaching as her hips pick up speed, moans growing in volume and the squelching of your fingers in her cunt becomes more audible.
you watch her face as you wait for her orgasm to approach, and just as her eyes begin to roll back you pull your fingers out of her cunt, hand coming to hold her hips and stop her grinding. she gasps, tears brimming in her eyes as she looks at you in surprise.
“wait, no—please, please.” she pleads, hips unsuccessfully trying to grind down on your bulge while you rubbed comforting circles against her hip with your thumb. you press a chaste kiss to her lips with a smirk.
“hm, i'm not sure, gui. isn't this supposed to be a performance for your dearest viewers?” you ask, gripping her chin and forcing her look at the camera.
“what do your fans think, little gui? do you deserve to cum?” this time your question is directed towards the viewers, and once again the comment section explodes with activity as watchers take their hands out of their pants to answer.
guinaifen sobs as ‘no's fill the chat, her viewers just as cruel as you were.
“see, gui?” you ask, “you still haven't proved your worth to them. whatever shall we do, hm?”
you bite at her neck and shoulders, hand moving to cup her boob. guinaifen whimpers, thoughts scrambled as she thinks of anything to prove herself, for a chance to cum.
“i'll—mmph, i'll do anything, please—ah! please, pleasepleaseplease—”
“hm? anything? really?” you ask.
“yes, yes! please—” guinaifen begs, turning around in your lap and unzipping your pants with hurried movements, wanting to come on your cock.
you lean back on your forearms, head tilted as she makes quick work of your pants and underwear. with precum already dribbling from your tip, she uses it in replacement of lube, hands wrapped tight around your cock and moving with fast movements, desperation in the way her hands move and her thighs tremble with anticipation.
she straddles you once she's done, back turned to you and her front to the camera. your hands come to hold her hips as she slowly sinks down on your cock, hips moving side to side as she tries to get used to the way your cock presses against her walls. she moans as she finally sinks down fully, trembling hands on your thighs to hold herself up.
her hips move slowly at first, small and adjusting as she gets used to your size, small gasps filling the room. her movements become more confident as she squeezes her eyes shut, moans and whimpers becoming louder as the sound of skin slapping against skin grows in size. she straightens, hands holding the hands you have on her hips as she speeds up.
the chat loves it, comments coming in at rapid speeds as guinaifen gets herself off on your cock. so pretty as her mouth hangs open as the sounds get fucked out of her, hair falling down her shoulders as she sinks down and moves her hips in circles before moving up and down again.
“oh, oh—mmh, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum—please? can i? can i?” she begs, hips speeding up, her hand once again coming to find stability against your leg, the other dipping to play with her clit as she leans over, head falling to watch her fingers.
“of course, gui,” you say, hands stroking her hips, “such a good girl, aren't you?”
her eyes roll back at the praise, and just like that she squirts on your cock, tightening around you and moaning like a whore – her head falls back and tears fall, the comment section of the live exploding with compliments and degrading comments as she comes undone. her movements stop as she comes down from her high before your hands tighten against her hips, grinding her on your cock post-orgasm, her eyes widening.
“ah—?! mm, waait, i just — just came—” she cries, grabbing your wrists as she turns her head to look back at you.
“oh? but we're not finished,” you tell her, sitting up and pressing your chest against her sweaty back as you lick your lips, “your loyal viewers deserve more than just one orgasm from you, hm?”
guinaifen's eyes widen.
“ah—well, how about a— uhm, oh— a paid live?” she asks, eyes brightening at her own idea. you chuckle, pressing a kiss to her lips as you lean over and begin to change the settings to the live.
“as you wish.”
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