Mia hopped off her bed and walked to her laptop. Jordan, who was disappointed about not being able to cum, was about to tuck away his fully hard cock after seeing the show had ended but stopped when he heard another loud set of jingling coins. Mia stopped before he could reach the computer, her eyes lighting up as she covered her mouth.
“A thousand for me to m-masturbate?” she stuttered.
Jordan repeated that same line, except the ‘me’ part, in a confused whisper. He was already beginning to question his line of work if a girl was about to make a thousand bucks in the same amount of time it took for her to cum.
“I’ve never– done that for you guys yet. Yes, I know it’s about time,” she laughed but swallowed it just as quickly. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Mia whispered, climbing back onto her bed and on her knees.
She took a deep breath and tugged at the edge of her shorts before nervously wiggling them down to her knees, revealing a set of light blue panties decorated in hearts on the top. The bottom hugged firmly around the meaty flesh of her outer lips; young and plump. There was a soaked spot in the middle from when she came earlier, which made the lips look like a ripe and delicious fruit.
She started to take off her panties, not seductively, but nervously. Was it because she was inexperienced, or was she genuinely terrified? Jordan wondered whether or not he should have stopped the show right there and then. Men were using Mia’s body, laughs, and smiles to get themselves off. Sure, they paid her, but did that make it any more ethical? Regardless, he stroked slowly, unable to move if even a hurricane were to rip through the air at that very moment.
The thin edges of her panties moved down her thighs, yet the bottom still cradled her lips. It wasn’t until the edges were halfway down when the bottom snapped away from her treat. A trail of clear cream in the form of a long string connected to the bottom of her panties and her inner lips before it snapped in two.
The sound of chat notifications on the screen went berserk. People were practically throwing money at her after only a simple reveal. Even through her golden-brown skin, anyone could see the hot red blush of her face. She couldn’t help but giggle from the embarrassment and leaned back on her back. She put her legs in the air and wiggled and kicked her panties and shorts off, sending them flying across the room. She sat on her knees and covered her pussy with her hands.
“How should I do it?” she asked.
“She’s really gonna do it,” Jordan whispered, stroking even faster at the sight of more curves than he could feast on at once.
“On — on my knees? You want to see my butt?” Mia laughed with gritted teeth.
She crawled onto her knees and pointed her magnificent, round ass toward the camera. But dammit, Jordan couldn’t see the best part.
Come on. Just a little to the left, he thought.
It was the only disadvantage of her having such a plump butt; the cheeks shielded him from seeing what she was slowly moving her fingers toward.