INNOCENCE FOR RENT (end)
Jul 23, 2026 · 54 min · 10 segments
PART 8 END
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Jul 23, 2026 · 54 min · 10 segments
PART 8 END
My first surprise when I entered the private room was to see the live image of the guy in a box.
I also heard his greeting over the loudspeaker.
It took me by surprise and I was cut off.
Does it bother you to see me? He asked me.
I can disconnect the camera if you prefer.
he was a normal man in his fifties with a catalan accent he wasn't handsome or attractive but he seemed respectable i didn't understand what he was doing leaving the money there Had no one told you about dating websites? No.
It doesn't matter.
I pretended, camouflaging my discomfort with a smile.
If we see and hear each other, it seems more natural to me.
Sure.
I nodded, beginning to regret that.
No problem.
I began to undress following his orders, choosing the clothes he indicated and adopting the postures he wanted.
He spoke sweetly, almost in whispers, giving me compliments and flattering me how well I did.
I found myself very embarrassed just by the fact that I had her face in front of me, to appreciate her changes in expression, the sweat on her brow.
It was as if he were there in front of him, a totally different feeling than when he was performing for dozens of them whom, fortunately, he did not see.
At least his camera only focused on the torso and face because he suspected where his right hand was.
I ended up totally naked, first standing up and turning around several times, then sitting in the chair at my desk with my legs spread in front of the webcam, then lying on the bed and squeezing my tits or pinching my nipples with my fingers, always as he asked me.
I wouldn't grant him anything else, I told myself.
He often looked at the time in the corner of the computer, wishing that time would expire.
From his sudden silence and the twitching of his expression, it was evident to me the moment when he reached orgasm, although I think he tried to hide it by holding his breath.
Then I heard how it was cleaned with a piece of paper under the portion of the table and the keyboard that I saw.
For him, this type of experience must have been habitual because he did not show any embarrassment.
There were still a few minutes left, but he looked satisfied and with the intention of saying goodbye.
"'Where are you from?' he blurted out suddenly.
My first surprise when I entered the private room was to see the live image of the guy in a box.
I also heard his greeting over the loudspeaker.
It took me by surprise and I was cut off.
Does it bother you to see me? He asked me.
I can disconnect the camera if you prefer.
he was a normal man in his fifties with a catalan accent he wasn't handsome or attractive but he seemed respectable i didn't understand what he was doing leaving the money there Had no one told you about dating websites? No.
It doesn't matter.
I pretended, camouflaging my discomfort with a smile.
If we see and hear each other, it seems more natural to me.
Sure.
I nodded, beginning to regret that.
No problem.
I began to undress following his orders, choosing the clothes he indicated and adopting the postures he wanted.
He spoke sweetly, almost in whispers, giving me compliments and flattering me how well I did.
I found myself very embarrassed just by the fact that I had her face in front of me, to appreciate her changes in expression, the sweat on her brow.
It was as if he were there in front of him, a totally different feeling than when he was performing for dozens of them whom, fortunately, he did not see.
At least his camera only focused on the torso and face because he suspected where his right hand was.
I ended up totally naked, first standing up and turning around several times, then sitting in the chair at my desk with my legs spread in front of the webcam, then lying on the bed and squeezing my tits or pinching my nipples with my fingers, always as he asked me.
I wouldn't grant him anything else, I told myself.
He often looked at the time in the corner of the computer, wishing that time would expire.
From his sudden silence and the twitching of his expression, it was evident to me the moment when he reached orgasm, although I think he tried to hide it by holding his breath.
Then I heard how it was cleaned with a piece of paper under the portion of the table and the keyboard that I saw.
For him, this type of experience must have been habitual because he did not show any embarrassment.
There were still a few minutes left, but he looked satisfied and with the intention of saying goodbye.
"'Where are you from?' he blurted out suddenly.
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