Lynn gives Joy a topless livestream massage!

Joy tensed up at the suggestion of a massage. She wasn't comfortable with the idea of anyone touching her so intimately, but if it was Lynn...

Lynn had already had her hands all over Joy when she'd fit her costumes. Lynn knew all her measurements and sizes, felt every curve of her body, and worked late nights to make all sorts of outfits work with her classical hourglass figure. If there was one person in the world she was comfortable getting a nice, relaxing massage from, it was Lynn.

"Whatever," Joy said, shrugging her shoulders. "I guess a massage could be nice."

Joy lay down on the bed, with the laptop on the desk looking down at her. Joy couldn't see a thing with her face in the sheets, but with the way she was angled, Lynn would be staring at the camera when she got on top of the half-undressed Mei cosplayer... just the way she liked it.

Lynn crawled over to her friend, trying not to seem too eager or nervous- for both Joy and her stream. She slid one leg over Joy's thighs and mounted the bigger girl just below her butt. Joy's soft, sweet ass jiggled slightly every time Lynn shifted her weight. Even held by skintight spandex, Joy's rebellious ass refused to behave.

Lynn arched her back, thrusting her breasts out and pressing her crotch into the soft, comfy spot where Joy's pillowy thighs met her wondrous, full ass. Lynn gave her fans a winning smile. Her heart was pounding, her breath short, her skin tingling. More than fifteen thousand people were watching her at this very moment, and Joy had no idea. She was crossing a line, using her friend like this... but Lynn had never felt hotter, sexier, or more in control than she did while she was straddling Joy like a horse.

Lynn shuddered, slid her hands up her friend's back and started gently caressing her shoulders. Joy tensed up instinctively.

"Just relax," Lynn breathed, half to herself and half to her friend. Slowly, delicately, Lynn's hands worked the tension from her friend's tight shoulders. Joy took a deep breath through her nose, her whole body rising as she held it, then let the day's stress and weariness flow out in a deep sigh.

Soon enough Lynn's fingers found their way underneath the straps of Joy's cami and bra. She tried to ease the tight bands off Joy's shoulders, but her arms were folded under her head.

"Hey..." Lynn said, slowing down the massage and tugging on Joy's straps. "You should really take these off."

Joy groaned. "Once the bra comes off for the day, it is not going back on again."

Lynn giggled and dismounted her friend. "I'm okay with it if you are."

Joy grumbled at having to move from her awesomely comfy spot, but the prospect of being freeing the girls for the rest of the day was enough to get her up. She sat back on the bed and stretched long and hard, pulling her arms up as far as they would go.

Lynn bit her lip nervously. Joy was facing her laptop head-on.

"So icky," Joy said, rubbing the blue fabric of her top in her fingers. Then she gripped the bottom of her cami and whipped it right over her head. Her breasts threatened to spill out of her snowflake-patterned bra's cups, but by some miracle she stayed decent.

Lynn's hidden phone, just barely visible in the corner of her eye, turned to an unreadable mush of emotes, blinking subscriber counts and chat spam. How long before Lynn's channel got banned? Would Joy ever find out exactly how many people were about to see her topless?

Lynn's hand found its way down the front of her loose jogging shorts at the exact moment Joy undid her bra with her tits right in the center of the camera.

Joy groaned as she let her large, supple breasts breasts spill free after a long day at con. Finally released from their sweaty prison, her glistening tits breathed in the refreshing air of the hotel room. Even her wide, pouty pink nipples perked up at the promise of the rest of the day without a bra.

Lynn couldn't check how many donations she'd just gotten, but she was willing to bet that she wouldn't have worry about cosplay money for a long, long time.

"God, that feels so much better!" Joy said, rubbing her breasts with both hands. She bounced her big tits up and down in celebration. "Fuck yes!"

Lynn found herself looking at the sight in front of her with her jaw dropped and her hand in her pants, one finger slowly sliding between her legs. She jolted it free before Joy could see, and definitely before she accidentally wandered in front of the camera.

"Ahh..." Joy said, rolling her shoulders and stretching one last time in full view of the camera. She smiled devilishly. "Come back to bed, Lynn. I need those magic fingers of yours."

Lynn's stomach did a flip. She looked to her phone. She NEEDED to see her fans' reactions.