Fingering Myself on My Chair For You

I was just sitting on my chair, teasing myself while the camera watched every move. The room felt warm, my body even warmer as my fingers slid lower, tracing soft circles before slipping inside. I couldn’t stop smiling, half from the thrill, half from imagining who might be watching. Every little sound I made felt louder, more intimate, and I loved every second of it. My body moved on its own, hips rocking gently as my breath got heavier. It’s just me, my fingers, and a little secret between us—until you join me live.