Eric Springer, alone and aroused, takes to his webcam, his voice laced with lust as he begins his private, filthy monologue. His eyes closed, he imagines his unseen lover, his hand wandering over his body, caressing his hardening cock through his jeans. He whispers naughty nothings, his voice growing more urgent as he describes what he'd like to do to her, what he'd like her to do to him. His free hand slips inside his jeans, grasping his throbbing dick, stroking it slowly as he continues his lewd discourse, his breath hitching with each dirty word.