The webcam chat starts innocently enough, a friendly greeting, a shared smile. But the tension is palpable, the air thick with unspoken desire. I ask her what she's wearing, and she tells me, her voice soft, hesitant. I tell her to show me, and she slowly lifts her shirt, revealing her lacy bra, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. I instruct her to touch herself, and she does, her fingers tracing the lace, her breath coming faster. I stroke my cock, feeling the pleasure build, as she tells me what she's doing, her voice ragged with need. I tell her to cum for me, and she does, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, her pussy gushing as she cums all over her fingers, her moans filling the room, echoing through the webcam.