Page 6 of Cyber Revenge

God, I love mornings.

I pad into the bathroom in nothing but a pair of tiny sleep shorts and a black crop top that doesn’t do much to hide my tits. My nipples are already hard, brushing against the fabric. I catch my reflection and grin.

I look like trouble.

My thighs jiggle with every step. The tattoos across my hips peek out from the waistband of my shorts. I stick my tongue out at myself in the mirror and wiggle my ass, laughing. I learned a long time ago that being your own biggest fan makes life better.

But then I tilt my head. Bite my lip.

The mirror stares back. And the longer I look, the more turned on I get.

I haven’t posted anything spicy on my private account in days. My DMs are full of impatient subs waiting for something to jerk off to. And honestly? I could use the attention today.

I open the drawer under the sink and pull out my favorite toy, a hot pink, silicone curved vibe with a fat base and a power setting that makes my legs shake.

I grab my phone, prop it against the mirror, and hit record.

The camera catches everything. My curves. My smirk. The way I peel my shorts down and step out of them slowly, leaving me in just my tiny crop top.

I spread my legs and dragged the toy between my thighs, already wet from the morning haze and the thought of TripsterGuy’s voice from last night. Deep. Quiet. Controlling.

I press the toy in slowly, just the tip at first, and watch my mouth fall open.

“Fuck…”

The mirror catches it all. The way my pussy clenches around the toy, the gloss of my arousal already dripping down my thighs. I turn the vibration on low and ease it deeper, circling my clit with my free hand.

Watching myself like this turns me on more than I want to admit.

I rock against the toy, slow at first, then faster. My fingers pinch my nipple through the crop top, breath catching in my throat. My hips start moving on their own. Sloppy. Desperate.

My legs tremble as I push the toy in deeper and twist it, hitting just the right spot. I bite my lip so hard I taste blood.

The mirror shows every second, my juices glistening on the toy, dripping from my cunt, my thighs sticky with need. I moan louder, tipping my head back as the orgasm slams into me. Sharp, deep, messy.

I come hard. Shaking. Eyes rolling back. My whole body tensed as I let it all pour out in front of the camera.

I stay like that for a moment. Panting, wrecked, still watching myself in the mirror.

Perfect.

I stop the video, save it, and grin.

“Good morning, boys and girls,” I whisper to no one.

I’m bi, so I welcome all the love. As long as you can make me come, laugh, and treat me nicely? I’m yours.

After a quick rinse-off and another hit from my pen, I pad to my desk and fire up the PC. Stream time. I toss on a hoodie, no bra, and leave the zipper halfway undone so my tits lookjustvisible enough to be a problem.

My party is already half full when I log into COD.

TripsterGuy joins instantly.

My stomach flutters like a fucking schoolgirl.

And then…

The other invite pops.

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