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They probably will anyway; the fat girl is always lazy.
Some even think themselves acrobats and tell me how they would bend me over the ball and “make me bounce.” A thousand bucks says not one of these guys have never gotten anywhere near an exercise ball and would promptly face-plant if they ever tried.
You would think they would get sick of seeing my boobs after a while.
Strange requests never cease to flow through the chat room. Yet another viewer requests action on the blue exercise ball in the background of my frame.
My standard show gets boring, but it guarantees at least 0 a night without having to beg the viewers too actively. The show starts, and my regulars start filing in, asking me for updates on the most recent episode of "Bones," or how my day at work has been.
I don’t need the money, but camming fills my empty nights and gives me social interaction to look forward to. I get dressed, fix my hair, point my lamps (draped in white T-shirts for soft-glow lighting) at my face, and put on my makeup, saving the red lip for live action on cam. Look at the effort I put in to look nice for you people. We chat about politics and world events, only pausing to do whatever action, usually flashing a body part that is still clothed, a viewer has requested when the token alert sounds.
He suggests that I start off naked and set the show up so that there has to be a consistent flow of tokens in order for me to stay naked.