The room is filled with the soft hum of the webcam, the only light coming from the screen casting an eerie glow on the woman's face. She's alone, but not lonely, her eyes locked onto the camera, onto him. She starts slow, running her hands through her hair, down her neck, tracing the line of her collarbone. Her breath hitches as her hands cup her breasts, thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples. She's playing for him, a symphony of touch and sight, a dance of temptation that's making his heart race and his cock throb.