Lynn scratches an itch.

Lynn stared out at the sea of faces and nearly gushed then and there. She had been to selfish with this view for far too long. How many of these faces were regulars on her stream, who had waited eagerly for a mishap like this one to expose her? And how many were just fortunate souls who had arrived at just the right time to watch the magic happen?

She was almost cackling when her hand went between her legs. The crowd was going wild just seeing her play with her clit, and they hadn't even gotten to see the good part yet. She put on one of those faux-pleasure porny faces and offered a wink to the crowd, which only set them off harder. They roared as she squirmed in her cockpit, and she wished she had someone to fill her... cock-pit.

"Oh yeah," Lynn breathed. "Oh!"

"Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!" They were cheering.

*Little premature, isn't it,* Lynn thought. *Let a girl warm up a little why don't you!*

Still she threw her head back and gasped when she started fucking herself with two fingers. Nothing could compare to this feeling. She was on top of the world, and all the world was taking it as a chance to look up her skirt.