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"Hola, gringo," she purred, her chest heaving as she adjusted her camisa. Her fingers traced circles around her perky nipples, sending shivers down my spine. I watched, entranced, as she ran her hands over her curvy figure, her hips swaying rhythmically.

My heart raced as I found myself on another site, this one featuring teens with small tits. Their innocence added an extra layer of excitement to my already heightened senses. One girl in particular caught my attention, her milky white skin glowing in the camera's harsh light. She bit her lower lip seductively as she slipped off her top, revealing her pert young breasts.

I switched to another tab, where an Indonesian beauty had her cam left on. Her dark eyes smoldered as she rubbed her oiled body, the scent of jasmine filling the virtual air. Her moans grew louder as she slid a vibrating Ohmibod between her legs, shaking with an orgasm that left me gasping for breath.

I closed my eyes and let out a low groan as yet another Indonesian camwhore appeared before me. This one had big breasts that bounced and jiggled as she gyrated against an imaginary lover. The sound of her screams filled my ears as she came again and again, each time bringing me closer to the edge.

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I pressed "go live" on my webcam, the room filling with anticipation. My red lipstick glinted in the dim light. Naked from the waist down, I wiggled my ass against the camera, showing off the black lace thong I wore. "Hey there, gorgeous," a voice purred through the chat window.

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Suddenly, a knock came at the door. Startled, I froze. Mom? But no, it was just the UPS man. He set down a package addressed to me with a smirk. Inside was a new ebony dildo, perfectly timed for my show.

Back on cam, I spread my legs wide and mounted the toy, groaning as it filled me up. The audience watched, their chats filling the screen with praise and admiration as I rode it higher and harder.

But as orgasm neared, so did danger. My mind raced what if mom stumbled upon this? What if someone else walked in? No time to worry about that now I let go, screaming into the void of the internet as waves of pleasure washed over me.

The cameras kept rolling as I trembled through my climax, battery-operated cock still firmly planted within me. Then, with one final thrust, I removed it, looking directly into the screen. "Next time," I whispered, before ending the stream and leaving everyone wanting more.