Joy turns the tables on Lynn.

After a minute of basking in post-orgasm afterglow, Joy rolled over on the bed and looked up at Lynn. Lynn looked back down at her with a proud, if devious, smile. She'd made Joy a woman in front of the world, and looked amazing doing it... and Joy looked amazing, too.

Joy was the living embodiment of a classic hourglass figure. Her big, soft breasts rising and falling with every hot and heavy breath. Her hips curved perfectly into her juicy thighs, framed perfectly by her soaked white panties, still slightly askew from Lynn's finger-fucking.

Lynn loved the way Joy looked. She loved the way Joy looked on camera even more.

"That was amazing," Joy said. "Lynn, I didn't know you were... you know..."

"Into girls?" Lynn giggled. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not... or maybe I just can't handle dat ass!"

Joy groaned. "Could you turn off the internet slang for, like, one minute? Unless being Bunny Hapa is the only way you can get off."

"I can get off just fine!" Lynn pouted. "I meant what I said. You're fucking hot, Joy."

Joy looked down at her nearly-nude body as if for the first time. Her breasts were the largest in the BB Brigade's photos. Her butt was the one that made heads turn. Why shouldn't she think of herself as hot? Even with her face red and soaked in sweat, Joy managed a blush. She glanced to the side.

"It's not like it matters," Joy said. "You're the pretty one in the group, anyway."

"Well, duh." Lynn rolled her eyes. "I'm the best, obviously."

"Really." Joy's eyes narrowed. She licked her lips. "Get over here and let me have the 'best' for myself, you diva."

Lynn's gaze flicked nervously to her hidden cell phone. By some miracle, she hadn't been banned yet... which meant she was still broadcasting.