The thought of having almost 1000 followers makes my pussy drip
The thought of all those boys and girls touching themselves as they stared at her tits… she almost remembered a time when that would have terrified and disgusted her… but whenever she tried to think thoughts like that, The Voice took over… and The Voice was all she could hear: “You are a whore. You need them to see you. You need them to fuck you. Click. Obey.” The Voice made her so weak, she could barely move… the words “I’m… whore… need… them… obey…” softly escaping her lips as her hand clicked the “Post” button. Then, that same hand dropped into her lap… and began to rub between her legs as she thought about all those boys and girls… all of you touching yourself just like The Voice wants you to…