Captured in your lens, you watch. I squirm.
The raw first impact shot my synapses. My eyes blanked. I hate how disgusting I am, how I lose control. There’s nothing pretty about sticky, smelly natto.
Humiliated, the shutter clicks.
Already, my pussy drips.
The more your gaze devours, the more it smears, the more I sink.
‘Amateur Models Wanted. No nudity. No Sex.’ Said I needed quick cash.
My ruined image feeds your fetish. Covered in gloop, massaged into every nook, I won’t admit I’m one finger-flick away from masturbatory bliss.
Your breath quickens as I succumb to my shame.
