More Touching, More Posing

As Lynn swam in adrenaline and lust, her loyal subjects closed in around her. Her sweat coated body shined under the lights, and twinkled from the cameras. She took a moment and withdrew her fingers from her tingling womanhood, and threw up a peace sign while winking at one of the cameras. "Mmm... don't be shy with your cameras!" Lynn hummed, fighting the urge to shove a hand between her thighs.

Lynn took her time, closing her legs and laying back into her cushion. She lifted her legs, letting her inner thighs frame her burning core. The nerds began a little shoving match, all to get a good view of her sex. A hand slipped in and began petting her kitty. "Now now! If everyone does that, you won't even be able to edit something together!"

At this, the crowd behaved. Somewhat. While some nerds discussed online means of collaborating with videos like she jokingly suggested, the nerds with the best cameras were getting the close ups on Lynn. Everyone still wanted the eyeful of the naked queen while she pleasured herself, and not one pixel of the memory would be out of place.

Lynn couldn't help but giggle while she fondled her own breasts. Fingers squeezed the warm, soft, mounds of flesh, sending tingles and shocks through her body. She shivered each time she brushed over her nipples. A pinch foreshadowed a gasp, and she curled her toes. A little moan escaped her while her body quaked with need. The smooth skin of her chest rose and fell, while she panted.

She was being gentle with herself, and yet she felt she was about to explode. Was the audience that much of a difference? All Lynn knew for sure was to smile for the camera's and continue enjoying herself.