Just observe

The woman gripped the man's penis firmly and began stroking it faster than before, almost as if willing it to respond. More donations poured in, each one making her movements more frantic.

"Oiga, bájele el ritmo," the man muttered impatiently in Spanish without looking up from his phone.

She snapped back at him in equally sharp Spanish: "Yo qué hijueputas tengo la culpa que no paguen, ah?!"

Her irritation was palpable as she stopped stroking altogether and glanced sideways at the donation meter. "Guys, just 150 tokens left or we're canceling this show…"

Tom savoured the sense of control he had over them.

The meter climbed steadily: 112 tokens left, then 92 after a single generous donation from an eager viewer.

"Mmm…" The woman bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed as she seemed to zone out momentarily. She no longer paid attention to the donations.

At 41 tokens remaining, she repositioned herself directly in front of him and gripped his dick again.

"Okay…" she breathed heavily, "Guys, let's reach this goal…"

The woman adjusted the webcam angle to give viewers an unobstructed view of what she was doing. She wrapped her lips around the man's still-flaccid cock, and immediately began putting on a performance that made her previous efforts look amateurish in comparison.

Her technique was flawless, head bobbing with precision as her tongue swirled expertly around his shaft. But as soon as it finally responded and started moving, it was noticeable how difficult it was for her.

What had started soft and manageable now twitched and pulsed in her mouth, surging upward toward full erection. She withdrew abruptly when it became too much to handle, unable to deep-throat him anymore.

"So big…" she panted between breaths, just stroking what she couldn't fit inside. "Fucking cock is so huge… Give it to me, guys! I really need this right now… this massive fucking thing!"

With each compliment his penis responded. Inches longer and thicker than before, until finally her fingers could no longer close around its girth.

The donation meter hit 0. "GOAL REACHED" flashed across the screen.

She straddled him without a word, guiding that swollen head past her lips into waiting wetness below. A gasp escaped her as she sank down, completely impaled on his new dimensions.

This time there were no fake moans, no exaggerated reactions; just raw need. She bounced faster and harder than ever before, taking every thick inch with **** abandon.

The last time the woman had orgasmed with a man inside her was years ago. At nineteen, riding her ex-boyfriend against the back of his car. He'd been six years older, muscular and manipulative, she'd planned to become a paediatrician while he strung her along until leaving her for another pregnant girl.

Now, at twenty-eight, she sat atop this man, not even a boyfriend, who'd drifted into webcam work after quitting his grocery store career. It paid the same with none of the effort. His dream gig.

His penis finally reached full hardness beneath her, an intimidating 8.6 inches long. She refused to give up this chance to climax on real flesh instead of just toys or her own fingers.

When he tried touching her hips for leverage, she shoved his hands away. Lost in a trance-like state as pleasure overrode all else. "Biiig… cock…" she panted in broken English between thrusts. "…fuck me… big… fat dick…"

His shaft responded instantly to the praise, stretching her wider than ever before. A little more and it would tear through delicate walls from within.

The donation meter climbed faster. Another goal reached, earning them extra time. For once, he actually paid attention instead of ignoring everything — whether from genuine interest or just inconvenience with his phone while she bounced atop him was unclear.