Edging for an hour

What followed was an evening of humiliating, agonizing pleasure. The boys had Lauren do all kinds of mundane tasks in her slutty, schoolgirl outfit. They made her vacuum, do the dishes, all in plain view of the webcam. The chores were constantly interrupted by jolts of pleasure from Lauren's crotch, where she'd rub her thighs together, panting and moaning.

After an hour of this, Lauren was dripping with sweat. She was panting uncontrollably, flushed brightly. And, of course, she'd been edging on an orgasm for the longest period of her life. The boy with the remote for the vibrator in her seemed to be an expert and teasing and taunting, always getting her nearly to orgasm before turning it off and frustrating her again. After an hour of this, Lauren was unbearably horny. Which, of course, her audience was very aware of.

Look at her!

She's about to cum!

She wants it so bad!

Lauren stared at the screen, panting like a wild animal, her hair wild and unkempt.

"Are... are we done for the night?" Lauren asked.

She was desperate to turn off this webcam, so she could finish herself off as soon as possible...