SMUT Elliot's Extracurriculars

[wreninanest]

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ELLIOT

Doing cam work isn't Elliot slutting for money, it's a way to flex his acting skills. Gods know that it's nearly impossible to get actual acting roles, so why not try an easier alternative? Not to say that cam work is easy; it's quite taxing on his body for obvious reasons, but he's skilled enough at it that he's got his dumbass followers eating out of his hands, each collectively paying for his shitty apartment in Elkwood and paying off his student loans from shitty Elkwood University (which, at least, is not as shitty as Turner City in general).

Shifting his body isn't always comfortable — it feels claustrophobic, like stretching a latex condom over his entire body, like he's wearing someone else's skin. Shifting into Himeros is like second nature, though. He's used to the decrease in his height, the slightly smaller build, and the shaggy dark hair tickling his neck and shoulders. It's not so different from his actual body that it feels unnatural to move in, and after the two years or so he's been doing this, he could probably live in it without tiring.

He's amassed a decent following after all this time of doing cam work; he's only just started streaming and there's already a few hundred viewers. He shifts on the edge of his bed (a silky black one he uses in a spare bedroom he uses for filming) and smiles, slipping into the innocent facade he's mastered. "Hi~! It's nice to see you again," he starts, watching the chat begin to flood with greetings and immediate commands. For today, he's worn one of his fans' favorite all-black ensembles: a loose jacket to make him look smaller, a waist trainer to emphasize his already hourglass-like waist, knee-high stockings, and silk panties that leave little to the imagination.

"I've been feeling horny again, so I thought we could have some fun tonight," he says, glancing away as though bashful. He hasn't been; he'd had to spend several minutes jerking his dick to get hard. Biting his lip, he takes off his underwear teasingly slow, letting his cock spring out. It's smaller than his actual dick is; he'd been trying to go for the cute factor with Himeros, and horny tops seem to love a small dick on a bottom.

He brings his feet up on the bed, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his knees to let the camera see his entrance. He teases his rim with a finger, making his breath catch in his throat. "There's an ache in my ass I thought you could help me with," he whines, pulling on his skin to make his hole wink. He reaches for the lube, warming it between his fingers before slipping a digit inside himself. The familiar feeling draws a gasp from him as he tosses his head back, pumping his finger in and out.

He works himself open with an impatience that he hopes looks like eagerness, though the prods he gets to his prostate draw some more genuine noises out of him. He grabs the flared black buttplug resting nearby on the bed, bringing it to his mouth and making a show of licking all across it. "This toy vibrates from donations — each $5 dollars makes it vibrate, and the level increases for each $50." He sucks the toy until he's worked himself open enough to fit it inside him, breath quickening in anticipation.

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- ASHLEY -​

As Ashley prepared himself, his hands hovered over the keyboard. He knew there was no fighting himself, even with his quiet scolding. It took only a couple letters typed into the search bar before the exact website, to that exact cam artist. The person went by Himeros, and Ashley just couldn't resist the allure they had. He had read something back in school during some sore of drug prevention day that for every person, there is a certain set of stimuli that can completely get them hooked because it makes them feel more like themselves, like they were a more complete person. Ashley would never say it was to that extreme, if asked the werewolf probably would never admit to watching any porn like this, but there was just something to this Himeros that drove Ashley crazy. It was something in his eyes, it had to be. The person felt so... layered for lack of a better word. Of course the other was gorgeous, drop dead in fact, even if Ashley tried so hard not to admire for too long. It just felt there was more than what was there, and he never could put a finger on it. It probably is just something they do to the screen, or their get up, or make up or something... nothing to worry about, you aren't even suppose to be liking this shit, Azza would think as the stream finally took on, and he got his first glimpse of the dark haired fae's outfit and body.

Those thoughts of turning off got silenced as that breathy little voice came through the screen, making his cock throb. Himeros looked amazing, and Azza could feel his hands working faster to slip off those trousers, hand squeezing his shaft as soon as it is sprung out of its confinement. The "show" was starting off quick and steaming, as the fae began to work himself open for all his fans to see. Ashley was quickly matching pace, a bit of him still trying to scold and mentally chide him for such vulgarity, and another part imagining what it would be like to replace those fingers, to feel that tightness around him. The guilt almost made it feel hotter, not that Ashley would ever admit to himself such a devious thing.

That tounge swirling around the toy had him picking up his pace, letting out soft growls and grunts of pleasure before he would stop, taking a moment to catch his breath and not end his night too early, not when Himeros was explaining what his special little toy was doing. Ashley knew he shouldn't pay, he shouldn't dip into his "personal funds" that were for going out some nights and doing things... and yet when that plug slipped right into that pretty little hole, that ass squeezing it perfectly? The very first donation would ring up for 55 dollars from a Hardwood_worker56.

"Fuck it, whats 50 bucks out of the account? Its my money to spend.." Azza would whisper to himself, praying that he didn't regret this in the morning... which he almost always did. It didn't matter now though, as he went right back to stroking, getting sucked right back into the little web "Himeros" had laid out.

 

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"Sh—ahhhh!" he cries, barely catching himself from cursing at the unexpectedly intense vibrations coursing through him immediately, back arching by itself as his toes dig into his mattress. "That's s-sooo much, Daddy," he pants, lifting his head to try and read the rapidly increasing donation amount. "My head's going funny~" He's exaggerating the high-pitched whining, but the vibration is getting a little overwhelming.

To take the edge off, he wraps one hand around his twitching cock while he pinches a pert, pink nipple with his other. "Feels so good!" His hips are caught between thrusting up into his hand and grinding down on the plug in his ass, making quite a pathetic show. He's careful to keep his trembling thighs spread wide so the camera can get a good look of his puffy pink rim suckling on the vibrator, though the intensifying electric current running through him is making his muscles tense uncontrollably.

"W-Wait, stop!" he whines, fumbling for the remote to turn it off. "I wanna cum on your cock." That'll get the sad sacks. He turns onto his front to search through his drawer to pull out a large, realistic silicone dildo. A regular viewer of his would probably recognize it as a staple of his videos; its impressive realism and ability to move by itself thanks to magic helps lend to his viewer's fantasies of fucking him themselves.

Still on his belly, he raises his ass in the air, spreading his legs again to let his now wet cock drip uselessly between his thighs. Turning his head enough so the camera can see him, he holds the dildo upright and takes it into his mouth. He starts with small kitten licks around the head before licking long stripes from base to tip, closing his mouth around the head and suckling. His eyes flutter closed as he moans around the toy like it's the most delicious thing he's tasted, practiced throat working the length further and further inside until he reaches the testicle cushion.

After a few bobs of his head up and down the entire length, he pulls off with a lewd pop, lips swollen and tingly with saliva and friction. "You taste so good. Did you like that, Daddy? Did I do a good job?" He presses one last wet, lingering kiss to the head before reaching behind him to the plug still in his ass. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he begins slowly pulling it out, moaning at the odd sensation. "My ass feel so empty; I need your fat cock," he whines, switching the toy on.

By magic he doesn't care to understand, the toy levitates and moves behind him, wasting no time in pushing its way inside him. He moans as he's filled, gripping the sheets beneath him as his eyes screw shut. He rests his cheek against the mattress, trying to breathe steadily while the dildo bottoms out. "You're so big~" He doesn't get much time to rest before the dildo is moving inside him, pounding into his prostate with surprising accuracy, forcing genuine moan after moan from him. "Yes! Yes! Right there! Ohh, Daddy~ I love your cock!" he cries, partially honest. This is his favorite toy. "You're gonna break my ass!"

Mustering up the remains of the strength that hasn't been knocked out of him, he turns over onto his back, throwing his hands above his head while the dildo adjusts to fuck him at the new angle, face tilted away from the camera but no less visible. He'd much rather imagine a big, muscle Daddy holding him down and plowing into his tight hole than acknowledge the camera staring back at him.

It doesn't take long before, "Cumming~!" He sprays his stomach with hot semen just as the toy fills him with a creamy white substance of its own, movements slowing until it stops all together. He takes a moment to come down from cloud nine, chest heaving and body sweaty and trembling. He pulls the toy out of his ass and tosses it aside, trying not to grimace as the white fluid leaks out onto his sheets. He'll have to clean that later. Or would cum-stained sheets add to his videos?

He sits up to grin at the camera, fixing his bangs where pieces have become plastered to his forehead. "Thank you for breeding me again today," he starts his usual sign-off. "And thank you for your gifts, I'll make sure to keep buying us fun things to play with. Since tomorrow is Halloween, I bought a new costume for you. I thought we could do a little roleplay, won't that be fun. So don't keep me waiting tomorrow, okay?" He blows a kiss at the camera before waving with a grin, moving his other hand as subtly as possible to turn it off.

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- ASHLEY -​

Ashley was enthralled, I mean, how could he not be? Himeros was putting on such a good show, his legs shaking with every pulse of the vibration going through him, his hand teasing his cock along, just enough to keep himself from going crazy from the amount of stimulation. It was addicting, and Azza found himself going in time with the camboy's hand, just keeping himself on the edge. It was a nasty little habait, only allowing himself to cum when the man on the screen did, but Ashley felt it was fair. He was putting in all this hard work, the least he could do as a viewer was go along until the very end. That and give all your money to someone who doesn't know you his thoughts would sneer at him, but the pleasure coming from the sudden switch up, Himeros turning to grab his favorite toy erased those nagging memories. It wasn't like it was all his money, just simply what he could afford to spend, his personal bit of cash once everything in the shop, his home and everything for Harlow was paid for.

His had was quick to pick up the pace as vibrating toy was replaced with magical cock, those moans and groans from Himeros growing louder, and to the ears of the werecanine, all the more genuine. He was actually enjoying himself, and to Ashley, that made all the difference. He couldn't keep himself from cumming even a second later after he did, watching the camboy's back arch and his face twisted shut from all the feeling. Cum would spill all over Ashley's chest, and a few splotches splashed against his hardwood floor. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He would whisper, tossing the laptop to the side and grabbing some tissues. No one needed to see, smell, or even notice what was doing in here. In his quickness to get everything cleaned up, he did hear one part of the camboy's call off "new costume... roleplay.. don't keep me waiting~" Ashley would watch the screen switch off, and he would sigh, wiping some hair out of his face using the non-stroking hand. "I really got to quit this, it isn't good for me. Should just find some lady out there and treat her good." Guilt was already racking at him, the familiar voice of his father yelling in his mind. Ashley would clean up and find himself to bed later, feeling like shit... yet the lingering imagery of that gorgeous man bounced around in his dreams all the same.

- THE NEXT DAY -
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Despite everything he said last night, as he does everynight, Ashley was right back at that same spot the very next day. He was able to finish up a few smaller projects and had a good pile of spending cash now in the bank. He was even able to take Harlow out to buy a new shirt she had been really wanting, some band called Sudden Revival that she had been nonstop talking about since their newest album dropped. She was actually at a party right now with some friends, Ashley having dropped her off, and made the girl promise not to drink anything. Yet despite all the good that had happened today, the idea of this special Halloween stream had fluttered in and out of Ashley's mind. He tried to deny himself, tried to go to bed early, tried to even put up his computer, and yet....

With one letter into the searchbar Azza was right back into the streaming site, a handful more people than yesterday here to spend their Halloween late nights getting off. He was lying in bed, already stripped of his clothes since he didn't sleep with any to begin with. He could feel his cock twitching in anticipation to see the model that brought him here again... and again. His muscular body was laid out on top of the covers, scars of a past life on full display. He didn't care, it wasn't like there was a camera in his room, and he made sure to look his bedroom incase Harlow had an early return. Ideas of what this stream was going to be sat around in Ashley's mind, but he wouldn't have to wait long, as the dark hair of Himeros was soon into view and this Halloween treat was beginning.

 

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ELLIOT

He's spent weeks preparing for a stream like this; it has to go perfectly. The hardest thing to plan was timing the positioning of his cameras and toys to ensure the most effective first person point-of-view. Such a task would be easy for a Magi, surely, but he's forced to improvise in lieu of magic. Then there was deciding on the roleplay to use and the script to follow. Tonight, he's decided to play the role of a dim-witted comphet twink servant at his master's mercy, complete with a laughably revealing maid costume he'd bought online.

This is one of the most ambitious projects he's done for a while on PornCenter, but if he succeeds, he'll no doubt top the charts for the third time since starting cam work. He's already titled the stream to match the theme, a simple "femboy maid gets railed by perverted master," so that his viewers can immediately get the gist of what they'll be walking in on.

The stream is set to start at 9:00 PM, only a few minutes from now, and his viewer count is already growing rapidly and the comments are a blur of horny excitement in the chat box. Keeping the camera in its usual place in front of his bed, suspended roughly at eye level for the average male, he keeps to the side just out of sight, picking at the scratchy lace of his costume, smoothing the ruffled skirt while he waits for the countdown to finish.

Three…

He takes a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes to center himself.

Two…

He opens them again, the picture of innocent concern and embarrassment.

One.

"Master, are you sure this is the new uniform you got me?" he asks, walking into view of the camera as he holds the skirt of his dress down in a flustered attempt to cover his private parts. It's a completely futile effort, the black skirt barely brushing the tops of his thighs, leaving the bulge of his dick completely visible in the black thong encasing it. "This is a woman's uniform!"

He pauses for an answer only he hears, blinking in surprise before looking away and blushing. "I'm not cute, I'm a guy! And isn't it too revealing? The chest looks torn!" He gestures to the top of his uniform, where a large oval has been cut out of the chest area to completely expose his nipples.

"And I don't think it's covering my butt, either!" He turns around to demonstrate, even bending over slightly for the viewer's sake, revealing that the dress's skirt completely lacks a back, leaving his entire ass and the back of his testicles exposed except for the floss-thin string hugging them. "How am I going to get any cleaning done like this?"

He straightens up and turns back around, pouting at the camera briefly before looking confused. "Dick cleaning? What do you mean?" He slowly gets on his knees, keeping his thighs spread. The camera tilts down to look at him before his favorite dildo suddenly pops up in front of his face, realistic and already shiny with the lube he'd applied in advance. His eyes widen, embarrassed. "Master, that's your penis! … You want me to suck it? That's so dirty!"

After a little more hesitation, he begins to kitten lick the dildo's shaft, keeping eye contact with the camera while he suckles the head, making quiet noises as he works. Eventually, his eyes slide shut as he takes the fleshy silicone down his throat, moaning around it as he begins to bob his head. Without drawing too much attention to it, as if he's unaware of it himself, he starts palming himself through his underwear, moans increasing as he deepthroats the dildo.

He pulls off suddenly with a whine, as though physically pulled off, flustered again when he asks, "Play with my nipples? But only girls feel good with their nipples!" Directly contradicting his point, he squeaks with delight as soon as he begins rubbing his pert buds. "M-Master, my chest feels tingly —" He's interrupted by the dildo pushing its way back into his mouth, his eyes rolling back as it fucks his throat while he rubs and pinches his nipples raw, moans rising unbidden from his throat while his hips start to grind back and forth.

The dildo speeds up before squirting its sweet cum-like fluid into his mouth. He lets the camera get a good look of the mess on his tongue before he swallows and licks his lips, still tugging on his now swollen nipples. Looking dazed, he says, "Thank you for the meal, Master~ Hm? My underwear? Oh… Okay…" Releasing his nipples, he gets to his feet, stripping off the pathetic piece of fabric to reveal his dripping erection. "On the bed? Okay, Master."

He climbs onto the bed on hands and knees, thighs spread and ass high in the air to give the camera an excellent view of his dick and twitching anus. The camera and the dildo inch closer, stationing behind him. "M-Master, I'm not sure about— What? "Finger my pussy?" But I'm a guy, I don't have a p— Wait, THERE?! I can't do that! Things don't go in there!"

He lapses into nervous silence before giving in, rubbing his rim with a finger. "Master, it feels weird," he whines as he inserts it, moving onto his shoulders with his head turned so he can spread his ass apart with his other hand. He devolves into loud moans as he works himself open on finger after finger, cries of "Master!" and "My insides feel weird!" being the only coherent sentiments he manages. His hips roll back to fuck himself on his fingers eagerly, body shaking with the strain of his position.

When he finally pulls his fingers out, he's panting heavily. "H-Huh? P-Pound my — Master, I can't say that, that's too embarrassing!" His cries are cut off by a moan as the dildo starts rubbing vigorously against his anus, smearing lube and lighting up his nerves. "Master~" he squeals, hips rolling back to grind against the toy enthusiastically.

"Okay, okay!" he relents when he can't stand the teasing anymore, flipping onto his back and bending his legs back toward his shoulders, using his hands to spread his ass apart to show his gaping entrance to the viewers. "Please Master, pound my pussy hard and deep with your big cock and make me your woman!"

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- ASHLEY -​

Ashley knew that people loved the over the top shows that people put on. He knew he did like falling into the fantasy of it all, well... like also being a strong word. It was truly a guilty pleasure, temptations he fell for time and time again, but this thin waisted... gorgeous faced... high pitched moaning man has him truly wrapped around his finger all without ever even meeting him. Ashley knew that was bad, and yet he couldn't help but start the Halloween show, and boy was he not disappointed.

This was easily the sluttiest outfit that Azza had ever seen Himeros in. It was more sexual and sensual then even being naked, sluttier than even the fanciest of lingerie. His cock couldn't help but throb as ever detail was shown off. The words faded to nothing in the carpenter's mind as ever inch of Himeros' body is given to show off. He did sound fake, or at least like he was acting.. a not of those words not ringing true and that was riling up Ashley more than he would rather admit. That meant there was more behind this "mask" (whether literal or otherwise), more layers to peel back, and that fueled his fantasy more than the idea of this being the real him. He was quick to match the pace of the dildo, teasing himself, barely stroking as that tongue darted out for little laps against the toy's shaft. It all felt good, electric to the touch. Then it popped up in the chat, or at least, Ashley noticed it for the first time.

There was a special Halloween "raffle" of sorts, something more like a sweepstakes for a 1 on 1 experience with Himeros himself. It was 25 dollars to enter, but more entries got you that much of a bigger chance to win. Ashley you cant. You shouldn't, your personal cash is only 100 bucks until next week... what if you want to go out? his brain was trying to talk him out of it, but it was hard to pay much attention to it as the dark haired twink worships that fake cock with similarly fake innocent, his hand works on its own.

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Okay but that has to be it! We can't spend it all tonight. That would be easy... surely. Ashley could manage that, he thought until the show progressed, turning only all the more filthy. A blowjob scene turned into self pleasuring, watching that hole being stretched out against fingers, those moans and shaking like a virgin going through the throes of pleasure for the very first time. Ashley was stroking at a laugish pace, but when that dildo came back into the scene his mind couldn't help but match oce again, rubbing rapidly, the deprave part of his mind wishing he was replacing that magic dildo, filling up this gorgeous man in multiple ways. As he was reaching the edge Ashley would let go, just as HImeros was getting into position to be pounded. The carpenter was left panting, his chest rising and lowering with ragged breaths as he tried to collect himself and not cum so early "...fuck it.. what's one more?"

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Elliot keeps his half-lidded gaze on the camera floating above him as though gazing at a lover, moaning wantonly as the dildo slowly slides inside of his twitching hole. "Master! he squeals as it rubs against his prostate, back arching and hips rolling involuntarily. While he's playing it up with all the trembling and loud moaning, he's still always been a pretty sensitive man. "Your cock is too big, you're gonna break my pussy~" he whines as the large dildo continues sinking into him.

There was a time where he could barely get such corny words off his tongue without gagging and wanting to die of embarrassment, but when he realized the easy money in it, he'd swallowed his pride and followed the script. While he'd never admit it to anyone, there's a sort of masochistic pleasure he gets in the shame that burns through his core at having to play the bimbo.

Once the dildo is fully sheathed inside him, he blinks open watery eyes to stare into the camera, whining and panting. The dildo begins moving and he moans like an absolute whore, rolling his body vigorously so that it flops back and forth as though being jostled by another body slapping against his own. "S-So good! Your cock is making my pussy feel soooo good, Master! It's rubbing me so deep! It's making me so wet!" Any filthy line he can think of is shouted out as he's fucked hard and fast.

He grips the sheets, twisting them in his grip while his and the dildo's pace increases. "Getting pussy-fucked by a man feels amazing! Pound me harder with your manly cock, Master! I love being your woman!"

After a while, he turns more incoherent, beginning to more genuinely lose himself to the pleasure, eyes screwing shut. He can feel his orgasm building, his testicles twitching between his thighs. "I'm gonna cum, Master! Your cock is gonna make me squirt like a girl!" His back arches again as he cums all over his bunched up dress, head going blank. He faintly registers the dildo stuttering and filling him up with liquid, making him whimper.

"Not inside, you're gonna get me pregnant," he whines, releasing his white-knuckled grip on the sheets to spread his cheeks with feigned curious investigation, fake semen dripping out from his swollen pink rim and down the length of the immobile dildo. "Master's seed is so thick and warm in my belly~" he purrs, laying a hand on his stomach while his eyes find the camera above him once more.

He flashes a blissed out smile, noting with pride that he has only a few more seconds left before the recording stops. Perfect timing. "Thank you for making use of my pussy, Master. I hope I was able to please you."

The recording ends and his smile turns into a grimace as he pulls the toy out with a wince, the feeling of the fake semen congealing in his ass and on his thighs unpleasant. With an aching ass and unsteady legs, he waddles over to his desk where he's left some wet wipes for himself, cleaning himself up before sitting down to examine today's scores.

The comments are overwhelmingly positive, much to his delight, though a few are a little too enthusiastic and have him wrinkling his nose. He hit a few thousand viewers by the end, and about $5,000 in donations and raffle tickets. Overall, a pretty successful stream.

Now to do it over again.

With a sigh, he turns to the raffle entries, running them through his random selector. In the end, the username that pops up is one Hardwood_worker56. He can't knock the pun.

Finding the user among the remaining viewers, he starts their DM.
Congratulations Hardwood_worker56, you've won the raffle! Which means you get ten minutes with me on a 1x1 video call. I need just a few minutes to clean up, but I will send you the link shortly. What fantasy shall we enact? And what should I call you?

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- A S H L E Y -
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When the fucking scene played out before his computer screen, Ashley couldn't help but begin to keep pace. It was automatic, like his mind couldn't help but replace that fake cock with his own, on top of Himeros, fucking him silly as the slimmer man whined, and begged, and moaned for more. Some of the lines did make him cringe a little, out of his own self-consciousness then anything. There was no way he would be making all that noise, especially not such dirty words, but then again... Ashley hadn't been fucked in awhile. Partially out of that same issue of self, but also his lack of people around that he would be interested in. He was much too focused on his work, keeping him and Harlow as comfortable as possible, so that made this dirty little secret all the more irresistible.

"...fuck.." His breath began to become labored as the fucking got more intense, powerful thighs spread apart, his chest raising and lowering with every thrust, hand moving at a rapid pace across his cock, which at this point was leaking with pre, begging for release that Ashley had nearly trained himself on to wait until the object of his lust came first. That didn't have to wait long though, as those brown eyes looking through his screen beg for him to give in, and as soon as their is that final, high pitched moan, Ashley can't help but make a mess all over himself, cock sputtering shot after shot of cum all over his lap and floor. Remembering he needs to breath, Ashley would take a few deep breaths to collect himself as the screen turns to a simple Thanks for Watching! scene, with a teasing picture of Himeros to remind them to come back. Ashley always would, whether he wanted to or not, but knew he needed to clean up. Grabbing a few paper towels, he would wipe himself and the mess off, knowing a shower was in order before bed.

However, before he had the chance to actually hit the showers, a notification on his computer caught his attention. It was a message from that same porn site. "..himeros DM'ed me?" Ashley nearly forgot about the money he threw into the raffle, the "high" of his arousal having him throw in money whenever, and not only was it about the raffle, but the fact he won! "..oh shit!" Ashley even managed to cock a crocked smile as he sat back down, still naked from his session. He felt utterly spent, but how could he pass on an opportunity like this? What do you even send to a porn star in return? Can you ask for a rain check? Ashley's head was swirling with ideas, but decided it would be okay to at least ask first before continuing.

Hey, great stream. Would it be okay if we wait until tomorrow? You have me pretty spent from.. that amazing video, you were so beautiful, Im still actually trying to uh, clean it all up, and I would like to be at my best for you. My name is Ashley, if thats what you want to call me.... or Azza, too, whichever works. Ever as awkward, even through text, Ashley would lean back in his seat as he hit send, not planning to move an inch until he got an answer.

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