Lynn gropes herself.

Lynn's mouth fell open at the roar of the crowd. It was like a wall of **** coming off of them and rushing at her, a tangible feeling of the adoration that the crowd had for their queen. The wave, when it mixed with the headrush that came along with her tender stroking of her clit, knocked her off her feet and dropped her to her knees. There she was, naked and presenting her pussy to the crowd, and they loved it almost as much as they loved her. She had done the impossible.

"Fuck yourself!" one perv screamed from the crowd. "Harder!" His demand was met with an outcry of approval, dozens of people pumping their fists in the air and echoing what he had said.

What a brute. Any other day, and Lynn might have been pissed off with someone saying something like that. Any other time, she would have wanted that guy's balls in a sack to crush with a hammer. But today, right now, Lynn was lost in a trance. She heard the words 'fuck yourself,' and she obliged. She heard the word 'harder,' and all she could think was how much she wanted to be fucking herself harder, too.

Each wave of screams from the crowd urged her on. She slid her fingers deeper, reveling in the feeling of wetness, in how her pussy clenched around them. Best of all were the fleeting touches to her own clit-- even a glance, as she was now, sent her eyes rolling up into the back of her head. Each touch made her shudder, made a moan escape from her lips. She had tried to keep her position of power as she touched herself, but as the moments rolled on, that became impossible. Lynn soon found herself devoted solely to the incredible sensations flowing throughout her body.

She couldn't help herself, but she didn't want to help herself anymore, either. Every second that went by was another thousand pictures plastered all over the web, every debaucherous act 'tarnishing' her reputation a little more. But who cared about her reputation? These were her fans, the ones that wanted to see her, the ones that loved the sight of her naked body and had dreamed about seeing her fuck herself for so long.

Lynn's left hand was massaging her nipple, feeling it harden under her sensitive fingertips. Her breath shuddered, and her fingers twitched deep in her pussy. This was sublime. The crowd was enchanted, unable to look away, wishing it was their hands groping her. But no, those hands were Lynn's, and she loved it. She loved the way that she grabbed her own breast, loved the way that her fingers were sliding up to her knuckles into her.

"I'm cumming," she gasped under her breath.