Zara (middle girl) and her older twin cousins (Fairuz in back, Jinan POV) (c) Ketzio & GBB
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Zara woke up late... very late.
It was nearly 4 in the afternoon before she began to stir. It was shocking to find that her laptop stayed on during her entire nap but it hadn't overheated and burned down her whole shitty house.
Her room was dimly lit by the glow of the late afternoon sun which was peering over the clouds to be obscured from her by the modest curtains nailed over the window. The slim bars of cold light cast across her covers and made her feel odd and enclosed.
As she moved the cursor on the laptop, the screensaver flicked off and she could see her very small contact list had been very active on the group messenger. She yawned; pushing her blanket away from her naked body as she was wearing only a very alluring pair of stockings. She stretched as she slowly reviewed the messages from a groupchat with her school friends that she had received during her barely comfortable rest.
Hunter: 8 minutes ago - Sorry, I can't hang out today - I'm kind of in trouble ;w;
Vera: 8 minutes ago - yikes... was that my fault? :I
Hunter: 8 minutes ago - No, no, it's okay >w< no worries~
Kas: 8 minutes ago - wait wha happa? OvO
Hunter: 7 minutes ago - My dad got very mad at me for talking on the phone too late T_T
Vera: 7 minutes ago - well I can't go either. sorry, guys! </3
Kas: 7 minutes ago - =3= i see ur ruuuuuse! vera come hang out with uuuuus! we miss you ;w; plus i dont have that much time before i meet the man of my dreams!
Vera: 6 minutes ago - :O wat?
Hunter: 6 minutes ago - He's talking about that guy he met on the internet. Still surprised you're going through with that, Kas. You've never even seen him. -_- Be carefuuuuul!
Vera: 6 minutes ago - ya! be careful! ;o; it could be a girl pretending to be a guy or something @_@
Kas: 6 minutes ago - thx for the support :P
Zara yawned again and decided that, before she made her online presence known, she should check on the 'project' she was working on before her nap. She tabbed over and opened a document filled with several very sexy selfies; displaying those socks she had on currently and all the goods above them. The proposition rattled in her mind: the chance to be a camgirl. Considering that she could barely afford what meager shit she had, this was perfect! She could make about 60 to 100 dollars on the side and all she had to do was something that sounded faintly fun and arousing already: show off.
The guy who ran the site had been messaging her for days, almost begging for her to join: "You'd be a really great addition to our site, young lady :)" his messages would read. She knew nothing about him so, for all she knew, the guy was in his late 80s and owned a drug cartel along with this website service. He certainly had the 'biz-casual' vocabulary for that. Though, he was definitely legitimate because Zara talked to many of the 'employees' on this cam site and there was pay involved.
Though, her mind was made up when she was given notice that her home was going to be losing power in a few days if she, her uncle or her dumb older cousins didn't fork some green. Suddenly, shaking her breasts seemed like the best idea in the world. Zara was a little timid at first when trying new things but she was pretty good with improvising and learning quickly so surely she could grow to like the empowerment of having guys gawk at her private areas. Or girls.
Still, before she actually showed off for Mr. Website Owner, she needed at least a couple of guinea pigs. She knew she had a little muffin top and was a bit fluffy on the sides, so she needed to make sure other people would find her sexy before she risked ridicule. She collected a handful of images and sent them to two people on her contacts.
The first was Amber, her old childhood dalmatian friend. Someone who was cynical and brutally honest but, when the conversation was genuine, very gentle and kind. If she had something bad to say, at least it wouldn't sting as much as she is very gentle about it. Zara sent her some pictures to see what she thought about the whole prospect of webcamming and whatnot.
The second was Kas, and that jackal was her 'hard-mode'. Kas had a habit of speaking his mind abruptly, so, Kas might be more hawk-eyed and critical. She gave Kas a quick: "Going to send you some stuff of myself. its NSFW." and sent it. "Be honest -- how do I look?" and with that, she rose to her feet.
She strolled across her attic room and fished up some clean clothes and stockings again; wrapping them in a towel and, without looking at the laptop, went back to her bed to get on her night shirt. A hot shower will wake her up and give those two plenty of time to respond... positively or negatively. Her heart fluttered every time she imagined Kas' dire criticism and how bad it was probably going to be. 'Ahh, sweetie, I do keep asking you to come walking with me more often ^w^' he'd probably respond with his innocent quirkiness while a dagger would be simultaneously driven through her ego.
She patrolled down the stairs and could hear the 'dude-isms' exploding from the other room from her older cousins. Despite being in jeopardy to lose their power and heating, tweedle dee and tweedle dipshit couldn't be bothered to get off their video game.
She walked into the bathroom and began to take a very hot shower. The small, cluttered room was filled with so much steam that she could barely see in front of her. As she soaped her chest, she felt very proud and sexy, but right below them is when things became.... lumpy. She started to get that sickening shyness. Once again, there came the horrible thoughts of what Kas would probably say about her lack of an hour-glass figure. Hell, maybe Amber would be the one to be ultra critical.
Zara spaced out and let the water run in her fur; trying hard not to think negative. It's not like she was going to become a life-long model... she was just going to do a few shows to pay the bills and maybe buy Kas something... maybe. Actually, no, fuck him, he's rich. Amber, yeah, she could buy Amber something.
A loud creak of the bathroom door startled her and her tall, wafer-thin eldest cousin walked blankly to the shower stall.
"Hey, Cuz." he said; oddly looking at her as she growled at him with her hands trying, in vain, to cover all of herself. "Are you taking a shower?" He was a full opossum, unlike her, and graced her with his dirty tank top and cargo shorts.
Zara looked up at the running water in disbelief. "No." she sarcastically responded. "No, I'm not."
He had this major creep factor because of how casual he was about nudity and especially nudity involving her. He didn't hide the fact that she turned him on and seeing her naked was nothing new but he still reacted to it... or at least a more southern area of his body reacted to it.
In earnest, she had actually lost her virginity to this guy about 6 years before when she was 10. This weird, dopey 19 year old opossum stoner would just mosey up into her room and they would ... fuck. She half-expected it to be something that would gross her out in the future but he was very under-equipped and it was pretty fun at the time. Eventually, his younger and very disinterested brother got into the mix and, up until she was about 13 or 14, she had been very active with them.
Kas must never know about it. He was relatively new to her 'family of friends' so incest was just a bit too weird of a thing to mention about her life. Amber knew though, she just kinda shrugged at it.
At some point though, she just sorta stopped having sex with her cousins.
Still, her older cousin leered at her, and Zara assumed his 'opossum glory' was at full throttle now.
"Haaah." he pointed and laughed. "I get it. You're actually taking a shower." he eyeballed her. "Didn't notice your fur was getting so light now -- looks hot."
Zara was fairly surprised he didn't bring up the whole 'hybrid' thing to her like he and the other cousin always did. It was just a straight compliment and it was rather nice... but this was definitely not the right place for it.
Zara puffed out her cheeks. "Welcome to my personal space." she hissed, still hiding herself. "Can I help you...?"
"Well, we totally wanted to know if you wanted to drive down to the store for some gnash." This cunt called food 'gnash'.
"I'm..." she thumbed at the running shower head. "...kind of busy."
"...Need help washi--?"
"GET OUT!"
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When Zara returned to her room, her clean night-shirt swayed at her hips while touching the top of her long lacy stockings. Both Amber and Kas had responded.
She weighed on it a bit and decided to check Kas first.
Kas: 10 minutes ago - =w= trying to make me straight or something?
That was... unexpected. She tapped at her lips a few times; trying to process what Kas said and determine if he was being sarcastic or not. "Is that a 'good' or a 'bad' response?" she typed back to him.
"Good >w<" he responded.
With a little hop of joy, she quickly switched over to Amber -- wondering if she got the order of her predictions wrong and Amber was going to be the critical hard-ass.
There was an exploding flood of praise and kindness. Amber must've known Zara was a bit sensitive about this topic. She was honest about the muffin top and whatnot but she also mentioned how it looks good on Zara.
The last five words in the wall of text made her smile bright: "I'm so turned on now :P"
"aww jeez <3 thank you Amber"
"also! webcamming huh? that sounds really fun actually."
"Oh, wanna see me do it then?" she typed back coyly, feeling suddenly playful and excited.
"Oooh, yes!!" about a millisecond later.
Time for her to test out her first show. Zara opted to video call the dalmatian who quickly answered and, as Amber watched -- nude -- Zara began taking on a very dominate and sexy tone. Zara basically danced on camera for her and teased her. Before showing off more, Amber would have to show off as well.
It felt weirdly right for her to be all bossy like this -- and she was also weirdly good at it. Must be a natural! She thought. It was totally in her genes... maybe. This was fun. Granted, it was silly-sweet Amber, but she tasted blood here and she wanted more.
Job done. Amber successfully and fully aroused.
With a wink, she vaguely hinted that Amber might get more some day and let her go.Amber, before hanging up, teased about how she already had Zara's pics anyways.
Either way, Zara was very wound up and had a bigger fish, Mr. Website Man, to smite.
She sent the big fish the nudes and, the moment it left the confines of Kas', Amber's, and her phone to this boss-man -- Zara felt her sexual liberation grow.
"These are fantastic, young lady! We're lucky to have you aboard~" his response was, once again, very formal. It also felt like she had literally just pressed the 'enter' button to send when she turned around and got this reply.
"Great..." she tapped her finger on her desk a couple of times and sent another message. "...What do I do now?"
"Well, obviously we're going to need to see a little bit more of you... under pressure, per say?" the message read. "Do you have a boyfriend, husband, girlfriend, wife, anything that can maybe give the viewers a bit of variety in what they're watching? Some people prefer solo but most people prefer duets."
"Excuse me?"
"A penis. Do you have access or one? Real or fake?" Zara could see that he was typing an add-on to his message. "...Not on you, pardon me. :) We mean someone else that can, perhaps, assist your performance. Remember that this isn't mandatory but it might help you get better featured."
"Well... hm." she thought for a second. Her old deer friend, Yazmin? Probably not. Kas? Hah. No way. Who else could possibly be in this thing with her?
"Not to stress the point but it is definitely a more visually interesting performance and we believe it would generate more traffic to your specific show." the message read. "Though, better yet, if you don't have someone who can consistently provide a duet performance with you, you could just make a couple of videos and upload those until you do find someone. I personally would love to see something like that."
"Well," Zara stuck her tongue out as she believed she was being funny with this response. "What about you? You have a dick."
"Oh, well, sorry to say but I'm actually married."
"Whooooops!" Zara nervously chuckled to herself. "Yeah, never mind."
"Well, anyways," he disregarded her silliness. "Your account has been set up and we are prepared to give you a slight advance -- plus your extra amount from tips -- once you give us your required amount of content and the viewers start rolling in to your channel. Thank you for hopping aboard LiveFurs.com -- please take the evening to set up the information on your profile."
"Cool, what should I focus on getting out tonight? Like. What are my requirements and stuff?"
"Most girls include a list of fetishes, do's and don'ts, at least 10 pictures and 2 videos of performance just to start it off. You get all of that set up and you could be doing shows by tomorrow."
Zara thanked him and, with a cordial goodbye, he logged out and she was left alone with her thoughts and her web surfing. The popular pages of LiveFurs.com were filled with anorexic-looking girls. Mostly foxes and wolves. Yikes. That seemed to have been the running theme with the featured pages too. She was starting to feel like Kas and Amber's positive reactions weren't enough to save her ego from these babes.
She wasn't really sure what category she should be placed under, either. Most of these girls had clear themes about them besides being as skinny as rails. Most of them were just under 'high school cheerleader' or something like that but Zara tried to find something a bit less clickbait-y. That is, until she found a category marked 'punk girls'.
There!
She looked at the large pile of clothes on her bed and over-dramatically pointed at them. "That's what I aaaaam." she whispered excitedly. She marked herself under that category and began to run down a pre-made list of do's, don'ts and fetishes.
No, she did not do foot fetishes.
No, she did not do watersports.
Though, after a while of constantly checking 'no's' in, she had a grim feeling that it would hinder her money-making somehow. She looked at the fetish list to see that 100% of it was 'no' so far. To compensate, she'd probably have to go above and beyond in the stuff she was actually willing to do.
Yeesh. She laughed at herself at how intense she was being about this whole process. It was basically the same thing as signing up for Facebook... except with more talk of cocks.
One major factor she had going for her was that she marked herself as 'bisexual'. It wasn't a lie, and it was a huge thing right now. She just... wasn't much experienced when it came to other girls. Plus, she marked 'yes' for 'multiple partners' so that must have been good too, right?
When it came time to add the pictures, she uploaded the ones she already had and also had to take several more to fill in the '10 pictures' quota. All of them were nude shots of her in various positions with an attempted seductive smile that came across as more unsure.
Now, all that was left were the videos. On the right side of her profile editing page -- she saw two huge, blank gray boxes with a huge arrow in the midst of each of them. "UPLOAD" it said under the arrows in a somewhat intimidating fashion. She switched over to her other tabs to check on other 'employee videos' to see the competition and/or examples on what to do.
Each camgirl's first video started with a strip-tease introductory. Some of them were overblown with text on the screen filled with various tidbits of information and pointless complimentary phrases like 'SO HOT' or 'YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT'. It would probably be better to stick with a video... without text like that. Perhaps just her name and that's it -- easy enough.
Then she started thinking about if she should have a camgirl-specific name like... uh... well, the first one she thought of was 'Daggergirl' but that caused her to explode in a fit of laughter when she reread it to herself. The second name she came up with was 'Johnny Cash' because, in a world of Tim McGraws, she wanted to be Johnny Cash. That was, until, the image of Johnny Cash stripping graced her fragile mind and it immediately shattered.
She figured that her name, specifically without the use of her surname, would be fine enough. Or, better yet, what her friends called her: Z.
Zara set up her crappy video camera on her night stand and tried to ad-lib a strip-tease video. She actually stole most of the moves from one of the camgirls' videos she observed -- but it was more of a subconscious plagiarism. She awkwardly tried to sound sexy with fake-ish moaning noises and little winks to the camera when she heard a loud 'BOOM, HEADSHOT' downstairs.
Ahh, her dumbass older cousins. Of course they would choose now, of all times, to start playing their games again. Oh well, she put a fork in the strip-tease for now because she imagined she more or less resembled Buffalo Bill and not Betty Page at the moment. She figured it would be more wise to look at more examples before embarrassing the hell out of herself on the internet.
It was time to check out the second required video she needed to do. These showcased all of the camgirls' amateur porn videos filled with grainy and shaky videos with way too many close-ups to the penetration and various cuts to odd facial expressions to establish a 'cinematic' feel. While the editing was universally garbage-y, the purpose of the videos were all clear: get fucked. Granted, it didn't necessarily have to be with another guy or girl -- but Zara didn't have any access to sex toys of her own. There was no fucking way she could hide it from her uncle -- the guy literally sweeps through everyone's rooms every week.
She was at an impasse with herself -- trying to figure out who to ask to join her. Once again, Kas came into her mind but she knew for a fact he would decline. Oh well. Plus, even if he did do it, he would never shut up about it probably. Everyone in their circle of friends would hear every little detail about the weird noises Zara makes when getting penetrated -- uuugh, fuck that.
Speaking of her group of school friends, however, perhaps the timid little dogboy, Hunter, would be so kind. Even if the guy was as shy as a vampire bat and had two other girls basically fawning over him without him even noticing -- perhaps if she asked this of him as a favor -- he would do it. Either way, at least it would be way more comfortable than having sex with Kas who she knows will blab about the whole thing.
Hunter would probably get all scarred for life and never speak of it again so it's win/win.
...Then again, she ran the risk of Hunter falling in love with her. Yikes, that would be awkward. She was well-aware of the coyote girl, Vera's, obsessive crush on him so she'd probably wake up with claws at her neck. Plus, mousegirl Lana being Hunter's childhood friend probably wouldn't take too kindly to it either and she'd wake up with buck-teeth at her neck. Either way, sharp things will most likely be approaching her neck if she fucked Hunter.
Jeez. What to do. What to do.
She blindly decided to play 'eenie meenie miney mo' with her contacts list and ended up landing on Lana. She began to type: "Hey, uhh... Lana. I have a very big favor to ask of you."
5 minutes passed and Lana's lack of giving a shit about texting showed. "wat."
"Id love it if you were to spend the night at my house tonight."
"wat?"
"Weird huh? Im doing a camshow thingie and am gonna get paid if I get fucked on camera so perhaps you could go and take your little sisters dildo and come over here or something? Im getting paid so we can split it... 70/30."
Zara waited and waited but no reply came. Huh. Weird. Perhaps she got offended by something.
"We don't have to use your little sister's dildo." she added. "We could use yours but I figured you didn't have one because of how tiny that hole of yours must be :)"
Once again, no reply. Yeesh. How rude.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Zara could hear the commotion intensifying to the point of complete irritation. They were getting way too fucking rowdy. It was so distracting that she barely noticed a fresh reply from... Hunter, of all people.
"Uhhh. I don't know what's going on but Lana told me to message you... and tell you to fuck yourself?"
"Oh." Zara sighed and snickered to herself. "Is that what she said? XD" she figured she had might as well start getting ready for coyote/mouse claws/teeth to be shooting out of her windows. "well I asked her a favr but aparently she sed no. could I ask you?" her cousin's rowdiness was really starting to bug her because, while she was typing, their roars were causing her to make some pretty embarrassing typos.
"Of course!" Hunter replied. "I'd do anything for you, no worries :) What is it?"
A big smile started to creep on her face as she realized that this might actually work... even if everything she calculated about the aftermath of fucking Hunter was still a possibility, she was still willing to do it. However, her odd joy was cut short by what could only be described as the sound of a coffee table exploding.
"...brb." she typed to Hunter as she rubbed her forehead and growled.
She slipped on her underwear and her shirt and stormed out of her attic-room to berate her stupid older cousins. It was like she was the oldest of them with how immature they acted.
The sound she heard did not lie because, when she arrived to the living room, she saw that the boys had actually crashed into the coffee table during a stupid wrestling session. They still lied in the wreckage -- both in matching tank tops and cargo shorts. "Seriously, guys?" she sighed. "What the fuck."
"Hah, sorry," the older cousin laughed. "That coffee table was old anyways." he paused and squinted at Zara. "Sweet PJs." he wiggled his eyebrows at her.
"I dunno, man." the slightly younger cousin remarked. "If she actually looked like an opossum then the color would be better, dude."
Ahh, there they go. Bringing up the hybrid thing.
"Awww, shut the fuck up." Zara groaned. What an odd situation -- sexual advances by the older one and berating by the younger. "Can you guys just keep it down?"
"We're bored though." the younger one scratched his ear. "Are you ready to take us to the store yet? Fairuz said you'd be ready a long-ass time ago."
"I was in the fucking shower, you dumbasses." she nearly yelled as she could feel Fairuz's eyes creeping up her stockings and to her thighs. She let out a pissy groan and pulled down her shirt to cover herself more; immediately regretted coming down here with minimal clothing.
"Be nice to her, Jinan." Fairuz rubbed his hands together as he stood up from the pile of broken coffee table glass; miraculously making a third joint appear out of nowhere. "She's our dear, sweet younger cousin."
"Half-breed won't take us to the store." Jinan scoffed; finally crawling out of the wreckage of the broken coffee table and plopping himself onto the dilapidated couch.
Fairuz, with his joint now resting between his lips, lit it up and took a puff just to blow it in Zara's face. She did not react. "I think her brown fur is still sexy, dude."
"Ooooookay," she had enough. "Have fun walking to the store, dipshits. I'm outtie." she turned around and began her exit.
As she neared the stairs to her room, she could hear Jinan in the living room bitching about them possibly breaking his phone. "Ahhh, at least it still turns on. Though it looks like the fucking camera's busted."
Zara's ears twitched. Camera. Hummm. An odd thought crept into her mind as she was still determined to make some sort of good first impression on her cam site job thing. She flipped around and returned to her dimwitted cousins with Fairuz obviously happy to see her again. She knew she was probably going to regret this but she figured an extra one-time thing wouldn't damage her chances with other people too much.
"Sooo, uhhh..." Zara could feel her skin crawl a bit. "...you guys rarely compliment my non-opossum-y fur color."
"I didn't do thaaaat." Jinan drawled. "It makes you look like a rat--"
"ANYWAYS." Zara exhaled deeply. "Fairuz, you noticed my fur is getting lighter... uuuh..."
Fairuz's tail began to wag as he started to catch on to what she was doing. Jinan was still clueless and uninterested.
"...I wanted to know if anything else was looking different or uh... better or whatever." Zara felt like that sentence came out way too forced but it seemed like Fairuz was eating it up.
"S-sure!" he nudged Jinan's shoulder. "Dude! Pussy!"
"What?" Jinan careened his neck around as if he were talking about someone else who had entered the room without him knowing. "The fuck are you talking about?"
Zara sighed -- trying to speed the process of Jinan catching on. She threw her shirt off to reveal her bare chest for both of them to see.
Jinan squinted his eyes as he leaned in towards Zara. "Oh hey, yeah, you used to be darker." he mumbled.
In the weirdest possible fashion, Zara mechanically approached the couch. She couldn't really lead on what her intentions truly were so she had to attempt to be as blunt as possible for both of them to jump on board -- not that Fairuz wasn't basically already fully naked.
There was an uncomfortable moment of her attempting to get Jinan in the same mood Fairuz was in. She literally had to peel his cargo shorts and tank top off while Fairuz kept annoyingly mounting her to which she had to constantly tell him "NOT YET."
She went to retrieve her own camera phone from her room with the two men assuming their way up with her. "JUST. FUCKING. WAIT." it was like trying to get a dog to not eat its food. It almost sounded like Fairuz even whimpered.
Zara decided it was better to do this in their room considering their uncle was probably not even going to give a shit about the coffee table and head straight to bed after his work shift.
While being escorted into their bedroom, Zara was met with the most uncomfortable circumstances. She had forgotten how bad the room smelled, for starters. Just weed, old pizza and socks -- yikes. There was one large bed and their one claim to fame which was a small flat screen TV in the corner that wasn't even big enough for them to play their co-op video games.
Jinan immediately wandered to the TV and turned it on. "Could you not?" Zara tried to say before being ushered to bed anxiously by Fairuz.
He fell upon her; unleashing a wave of attempted romantic kisses that were uncoordinated and sloppy while Jinan stupidly tried to look for porn-on-demand on their TV. She let their orchestra of stupidity go on for just a little while so they wouldn't be privy to her plans. Although there was something endearingly horribly about being dry-humped by her older cousin while he whispered how much he missed this 'quality time' with her.
There were a few moments when he uttered 'I love you's that forced several dry-heaves out of Zara.
The sex, dude. She was literally just here for the sex. Shut up.
"Are you two done?" Jinan scoffed; annoyed that he wasn't allowed to start up any background porno. "I'm all ready for you, hybrid-girl." he hitched a dirty thumb at his less than impressive package.
"Only if you stop calling me that." Zara glared at him with the intent to kill.
"It's a term of endearment, giiiiirl." he droned as he positioned himself lying against the headboard of the bed with his legs far apart in front of Zara who was still being grossly slobbered on. She was still trying to keep Fairuz at bay -- at least for now. She wasn't really sure if he'd blow his load in 2 thrusts so she figured it'd be smarter to literally catch the absolute beginning of this... possible atrocity.
She gently pushed Fairuz off of her and, with a crooked smile, said "Hey guys, you know what would make this more fun?" she almost gagged at herself.
Fairuz immediately pounced on her again and resumed his disjointed and misguided kissing techniques. "Thiiiis?" he declared with pride.
"No. No." she sighed and nudged him off like a kid who was attention-deprived. "I was wondering if you guys wanted to uh..." she presented her phone and gestured at it.
"Call our friends...?" Jinan guessed. "...that sound--"
"I'm not sharing!" Fairuz cut in as he lunged forward to kiss her neck some more before being roughly shoved off this time.
"No!" Zara slapped her palm to her forehead. "Film! Film the damn thing is what I meant!" she cooled off with a deep exhale. "...because hot."
Her cousins looked at each other as if they were calculating their decisions while Zara noticed one new message from Lana. "Don't you dare ask Hunter to do your gross camera shit. You will be dead if you do >:T" Blech. Zara responded to Lana within the confines of her mind. "Nah, I'm busy fucking my cousins." it was delivered in a sarcastic fashion -- which Lana most likely picked up on -- but it was true.
Finally the guys came to some weird telepathic consensus and it was Jinan who agreed to film it. "...as long as we go out to get food after."
"Fine! Fine! Jeez." Zara shook her head as she tried to force all of her rage into some tiny mental closet. She gave her phone to Jinan and explained to him how to get to the camera settings as she rolled onto her front and fully slipped her underwear off.
Fairuz nearly cat-called but Zara's quick scowl hushed him.
"...so, did you start filming?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Do you think that girl, Kas, could come over?" Jinan spoke absentmindedly. "She seems pretty cool an--"
"...please... start filming." Zara could not present her annoyance any more intensely.
Fairuz giddily positioned himself behind her as her legs dangled off the side of the bed; poking and prodding at her opening and waiting for her to tell him it was okay to start.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm filming, it's cool" Jinan muttered as he blindly tapped at the screen.
Suddenly, Zara's tone morphed into something straight out of the porno Jinan was about to turn on as she told Fairuz to 'give it to me, baby~'
She squeaked and moaned and everything -- overacting dramatically in contrast to the barely underachieving twins. Still, Fairuz felt like a rock star as he spanked her ass and constantly growled "You love it! Ooooh, yeah!"
Zara clumsily worked her breasts around Jinan's shaft as he sat there; transfixed on the phone. She was a little relieved that he was being an attentive cameraman and seemingly making sure that everything was going smoothly.
She decided to genuinely give him her all as she worked her chest against his barely-thrusting hips and alternatively sucking him off.
To her surprise, he finished incredibly fast. A whopping... 2 minutes he lasted as he continuously tapped away on the phone -- supposedly so attentive at filming that he barely even had a semblance of an expression when he orgasmed. Still, like a good camgirl, Zara decided to take the slightly-humiliating facial with a sly smile as she asked "...how was it?"
"Does this phone have Angry Squirrels?" Jinan blabbed as he sighed with boredom.
It was at that moment of frustration that Zara remembered how interested her friend Amber seemed to be in the prospect of webcamming. Probably should've just gotten Amber to come over with a strap-on or something. Fuck.