Lynn can't "bare" to do it.

Lynn froze. She'd just streamed herself fucking Joy, but she couldn't bring herself to get naked on camera.

She already had photos of her nearly-nude body out on the internet from earlier, where she was wearing just her pink pasties and maebari. The whole world could see every curve of her body, but they'd been denied the important bits. Even the photo of her bending over in front of the crowd, the one she'd accidentally showed too much (and had the hashtag #buttholehapa to prove it) they hadn't gotten to see it all.

Lynn couldn't bear to give up her last bit of dignity, not even for the thrill of knowing she'd be pleasing the thousands of people watching. The thrill of knowing all those people were getting off to her stream, her friends, her life... it was beyond amazing, but it wasn't worth the idea of knowing every guy she dated would have already seen her pussy.

Seeing Lynn's hesitation, Joy raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Not up for another round?"

"Uh..." Lynn bit her lip.

"Fine," Joy shrugged. She crossed her arms under her breasts, propping them up so her puffy pink nipples stood out like missile tips. "I guess I always knew you were all talk."

Lynn growled like a cornered wildcat. "You play dirty."

"I didn't think getting you back in bed would be so hard," Joy said. "Fine!"

Joy took her left breast, lifted it up as high as it would go and leaned her head down. Slowly, in the kind of erotic motions that only a virgin would imagine were sexy, she strained to lick her own stiff nipple. Her breast was just barely big enough for her tongue to reach.

"Oh my God," Lynn snorted. "Stop that! You're so weird!"

"Not until you do it for me," Joy said. She licked herself again.

Lynn slapped her forehead and gave in. She hopped back on the bed and dove between Joy's pillowy breasts. Without waiting a moment, she got right to licking and sucking those soft, wonderful breasts with exaggerated licks and extra-loud slurps.

"That's it," Joy gasped, arching her back and pressing Lynn's face into her bosom. "Fuck, this is so good..."

Lynn wasn't sure whether to be impressed or not by Joy's appetite. She didn't remember her first time lasting this long, but then again, Lynn was the best at pleasing her audience.

Joy's gasping and moaning grew louder every time Lynn switched from one rosy nipple to the other. With a cry, she gripped the back of Lynn's D.Va tee shirt and pulled hard enough to wrench it all the way up to Lynn's armpits, inadvertently baring her naked back to the camera- and allowing Lynn's modest breasts to bounce free onto Joy's stomach.

Shocked at the sudden stripping and the sensation of Joy's skin on her bare breasts, Lynn stopped cold. She hadn't worn any underwear for her stream. Stupid, she knew. But... she hadn't exposed anything yet.