Check the spycam

{if SYNOPSIS = true}

//rush to laptop

//Catch Tonya naked from shower, dressing in outfit of my choosing.

{elseif FINAL = true}

I hustle into my bedroom, flip open my laptop and login to the security feed. The timing is perfect. Tonya is in the middle of her room with a white towel wrapped around her torso. She stares down at her phone, scrolling and tapping. Her blond hair is pinned in a bun, only a few loose locks appear to have gotten wet, clinging to her cheek and neck.

She sets her phone on the desk, turns on a speaker then starts rocking her hips to music, not that I can hear it on the video-only feed. As she gyrates her her way out of sight into the closet, I coax my cock to life with a little rubbing over my clothes.

An unidentified article of clothing flashes across the room, landing on the bed{if tonya_bed = true} that I slept in so recently{endif}. A second flash of clothing stikes the bed and falls to the floor. She reappears from the closet, extends her slender leg and uses her toes to grab the item off of the floor and kick it back onto the bed. She turns to face her mirror, conveniently in the direction of the camera, and untucks the towel near her left armpit.

Oh hell yes! I swiftly strip down to my underwear.

{if tonya_pika = true}Just as she is about to pull the towel away from her slight frame she pauses. She tucks it back and walks to her desk, noticing the note that I left for her along with the clothing that I set on her chair. She reads it, flips it over, then re-reads it. She smirks deviously. I watch her say something to herself, but can't quite read her lips.

Tonya holds up the one-piece yellow swimsuit with Pikachu stripes. She presses it against herself in front of the mirror, silently mouthing something. Who is she talking to? Is she is talking to herself, or having a hypothetical conversation with me? She cocks her head, says something boldly, then flings her towel off to the side.

There she is. In broad daylight. Completely naked. Standing proud. Her perky breasts curve upward ever so slightly. Her nipples are delicate pink nubs, begging to get teased. She spins around sharply, giving me the briefest flash at her narrow, round ass, dimples and all. She stops herself in profile to the camera, facing away from the bed, and flops herself backward onto it with a bounce. Only about two-thirds of the bed in the frame, so I can't see her head, just her side from the shoulders to where her knees bend and dangle off the edge of the bed and out of the lower frame. The mattress bounces a little as she shucks her pelvis side-to-side, apparently singing. She lifts the swimsuit above herself, waving it in time with her hips, then curls her legs up, toes wiggling their way into the suit. She pulls it down as her legs stretch to the ceiling. Then in a smooth roll, she rocks up to onto her feet again. With her back to camera as she pulls the straps over her shoulders, showing me the way her suit dips down to the small of her back, showing the cleft and ridge of her spine all the way down.

{elseif tonya_skirt = true}Just as she is about to pull the towel away from her slight frame she pauses. She tucks it back and walks to her desk, finally noticing the note that I left for her along with the clothing that I set on her chair. Reads it, flips it over, then re-reads it. She smirks deviously. I watch her say something to herself, but can't quite read her lips.

She picks up the insanely stretchy red shirt that she had shown off to me days ago in one hand and she holds up the black pleated skirt in the other. She holds them up to herself in the mirror and appears to make a joke to herself and laugh. She tosses them on the bed with the other clothes. She steps back to the bed and drops her towel to the floor. In profile I can appreciate how lean she is. Her small ass is so round, begging to get spanked. She bends forward, her perky tits barely affected by gravity. She pick up a bra, dangles it on her finger for a moment with puckered lips, then tosses it back on the bed. She takes the red shirt and rolls it up into a ring, then pulls it over her head. Her arms snake inside with difficulty, twisting her shoulders and torso to get inside of it. She arches her back as she stretches the shirt down her waist, then she straightens out the sleeves. Tonya picks up the skirt and steps into it, giving me a momentary angle on her recently trimmed mound. She zips the skirt at the hip and buckles the wide belt, then she inspects herself in the mirror. I am fixated by the thinning of her shirt around the swell of her tits. This time without a bra.

{else}She walks in and out of frame a few times, the towel frustratingly still in place. She snatches the clothing off of the bed and apparently leaves the room. She really isn't giving me much to jerk off to... damn!{endif}

She sits down at the desk, lets her hair down and starts a private stream.

{else}Play in game mode.{endif}