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y.And it isn’t shitty: it’s good cooldown sounds, really boosting my alpha waves. His brand of hypnagogic pop reminds me of Pocahaunted: heavy, disorienting reverb layered over muted vocals. The lyrics are something about opening lonely hands, I think. That seems appropriate: most of my followers are probably lonely, but their hands close around a friend whenever they see my photos. As long as they don’t send me pictures of their tributes, I don’t care.I’m stripping off for a shower when I have the naughtiest thought: what if I took the photo they really want? It would be just for me, because it couldn’t go on Insta, but even I’ve never seen everything my followers try to imagine.So I set up the camera again, for the same plié shot, but this time I’m naked.Oh my god, my followers would die! I’m so glad I got waxed yesterday, because my lips are smooth and plump and perfect… but I can see my slit any time. What if I changed the angle? Can I do that?I can. I put my phone on the floor, squat over it, use my fingers to make my pussy ‘smile’ for the camera, and take the shot. And I look so good: soft and pink and glistening… anyone would want to touch it.I want to touch it.One more shot, then. Or maybe a video? But this time my fingers can make me smile.I watched the video back, and the way my pussy twitches when I come is so hot! It’s a pity it’s too explicit for Instagram. I have to find a way to share this content with my lonely fans.More from Marsha<div id="a46e" class="link-block">

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Today I’m going to make him cream his pants.

I adjust my Lulus for maximum stretch, set the timer, then smile for the camera and hold a plié squat until I hear the shutter click. I know I have a great ass, and those shots get the most likes, but the idea of my followers zooming in on my crotch searching for signs of cameltoe gets me hot.

I have the best followers. Sure, they’re mostly thirsty boys and dirty old men, far more interested in my glutes than my fitness regime, but their support got me sponsored posts and affiliate links, and those got me a loft apartment with my own gym. It’s super cool not to be ogled while I’m making content for the guys to… ogle, I guess. Whatever: they’re online, not here. I don’t have to see them wank.

But wherever they are, they’re hungry for my attention. Maus98 in particular has been bugging me. He’s linked to his Soundcloud in replies to my posts for weeks now, and today I’m going to make him cream his pants by telling him I listened to his shitty music.

I won’t say ‘shitty’, obviously.

And it isn’t shitty: it’s good cooldown sounds, really boosting my alpha waves. His brand of hypnagogic pop reminds me of Pocahaunted: heavy, disorienting reverb layered over muted vocals. The lyrics are something about opening lonely hands, I think. That seems appropriate: most of my followers are probably lonely, but their hands close around a friend whenever they see my photos. As long as they don’t send me pictures of their tributes, I don’t care.

I’m stripping off for a shower when I have the naughtiest thought: what if I took the photo they really want? It would be just for me, because it couldn’t go on Insta, but even I’ve never seen everything my followers try to imagine.

So I set up the camera again, for the same plié shot, but this time I’m naked.

Oh my god, my followers would die! I’m so glad I got waxed yesterday, because my lips are smooth and plump and perfect… but I can see my slit any time. What if I changed the angle? Can I do that?

I can. I put my phone on the floor, squat over it, use my fingers to make my pussy ‘smile’ for the camera, and take the shot. And I look so good: soft and pink and glistening… anyone would want to touch it.

I want to touch it.

One more shot, then. Or maybe a video? But this time my fingers can make me smile.

I watched the video back, and the way my pussy twitches when I come is so hot! It’s a pity it’s too explicit for Instagram. I have to find a way to share this content with my lonely fans.

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