Page 37 of Tips and Trysts

Enter stream.

And there she is. Her.

…I know her.

The person filling my laptop’s screen is the same Cora I’ve always wanted.

She’s on her bed in a short black robe. Her legs are crossed, tucked under her and clad in thigh-high fishnet stockings. The muted bluish light from her laptop reflects against her silver piercings, and she’s typing. Waiting. Her lipstick is black, her eyeliner is heavy, and she looks absolutely unfuckwithable—and so pretty.

“Mostly returning faces, but we have some new viewers tonight,” she mentions, speaking for the first time.

Right now, the room’s public chat is flickering nonstop with messages, and I have no idea how she can keep up with it. It’s already filled with urgent orders—some polite, some incoherent, some downright vulgar.

My stomach tightens immediately.

TechLayoffSeverence:I want to see those tits

GregP4455:Pussy now

WillWork4Dome:Show me youre asshole

“Youre?” For fuck’s sake. If you’re going to objectify someone, at least make it grammatically correct.

The chat keeps populating and Cora keeps typing. I read message after message, dozens—maybe hundreds of them—asking her to perform for them, asking her to satisfy them. They’re vulgar. They’re relentless.I hate it. I knew it. I absolutely hate this shit, and I want to tell them to—

“If you all don’t shut the fuck up and pay, nobody is seeing any tits,” Cora says aloud.

The chat comes to a standstill. Cora stares directly at the camera, sighing.

And then this little smile unfolds on her face and spreads until she’s full-on grinning. “There we go,” she murmurs before sliding the robe off her shoulders and revealing her bare breasts.

And Cora’s breasts are the most breathtaking I’ve ever seen, bar none. They look pillowy soft, round, and large enough that my face would fit snugly between them. Her areolas are dark brown and small, but the tips are perky—partially thanks to her piercings and partially thanks to some divine tit god who decided Cora was their favorite person ever.

But the thing about Cora is she knows exactly how to use her breasts. There’s a balance of hide and seek when she toys with them, an element of a tease that’s surely the product of years of practice.

Immediately after she takes them out, she presses her fingertips over her nipples, covering them—barely. Somehow, that brief glimpse makes my pulse kick up even harder than the last time I saw her naked body.

Cora tilts her head to the side, letting her black hair fall over her shoulder. Her expression isn’t quite coy, but it isn’t quite cocky either. It’s in-between, mystifying, until she slides a hand down her front. She skims her abdomen, grazing the piercing in her belly button, before she makes contact with her pussy.

And I realize: The look on her face is amusement. Shelovesthis shit.

She parts her legs.

If its job were to actually cover her pussy, her sheer black thong should have been fired on the spot. Luckily for all of us, its real job is to accentuate the plushness of her smooth lips and her many piercings. In my humble opinion, her thong deserves a hefty annual bonus and a promotion.

That silver. Those goddamn holes.

RicherThanISeem:Show us the cunt

BlowJobNahBlowCareer:Play with it for daddy

GregP4455:Id make it so good for u

My lip curls reflexively while reading the comments, and I wonder if any of them register with Cora. She’s brilliant—well-read and articulate and easily the quickest person I’ve ever spoken to. Her eyes have feasted on thousands of dense, esoteric works of literature that I barely comprehended. These comments are pathetic. They’re incoherent at best, trite at worst, with about as much depth as a tide pool.

Theleastthese ball sacks could do is string a compelling sentence together.

Cora rises to her knees and slips off the robe dangling from her slender arms. It pools around her legs in a pile of black silk, revealing a black cloth band over her arm bandage. The result is kind of spectacular. This woman took a bullet a few days ago, and she hasn’t missed a step.

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