Solo Showtime

Alright fuckers, got all you thirsty bastards tuned in tonight. Turns out I do more than just get drilled on camera—I've got another skill. And no, it isn't the singing you were all hissing at. You came here to watch me spread open and slurp my own snatch dry, didn't you? Fine. Watch me drop into this chair, thighs wide, two fingers jamming in and out until cream's running down my wrist. Hey, meat-cannon in the front row, keep that hard-on aimed at the floor till I say otherwise—yeah it's thick, but save the load for when I call you up. Eyes on the show, sluts. When I finally squirt across the lights, you can all line up and plant a wet kiss on my perfect ass.