This uber-cute hoe with puny bra-stuffers and light hair looks so super hot wearing glasses while she licks that phat

Title: “Glasses, Licks and Phat”

The camera pans over a disheveled bachelor’s apartment. Empty pizza boxes, dirty laundry, and the faint scent of lingering take-out. But parked at the center of the room, a hit of color catches the eye. She’s curled up on the sofa, all lanky legs and neon hair. A vision in skintight leggings and a crop top that barely contains her.

Ashley. The 19-year-old college sophomore who caters to the fetishes of thirsty subscribers for a bounty of chirping cash. Further evidence of her gig economy lies splayed on the coffee table – a solo cam device, editing software, and a roster of fantasy livestreams.

We zoom in as Ashley welcomes the latest hopeful into her digital lounge. There perched in front of the glowing screen, she eyeballs him through cat-eye frames from an office supply store. The thick lenses exaggerate the size of her pupils, making her look twice her age and twice as brainy.

“Well, welcome! Grab a seat!” Coos Ashley. She’s a natural tragedienne, mastering the art of delivery with each click and queue. Voice dripping with saccharine, she leans forward, offering a clear view past the top buttons of her button-up. “Before I answer a few of your questions, I want to show you something from my bag!”

Reaching behind the sofa, she extracts what appears to be an oversized, plush care bear. She hugs the thing to her chest. “You used my anal bead loop parafoil tactic to hook me from 50ft?” she asks, pitching her voice into a baby drawl. “I am NOT that kind of bear!”

The punny comedic bit has Ashley cracking up her own jokes. “Ug, that was terrible!” she wheezes through giggles, eventually settling back into the throne. “I’m so sorry about that. It’s been awhile since I performed.”

In the background, a few chat-usser’s pepper her with compliments before shifting to the subject on their minds. “The reason you’re here is because of THIS,” she declares as she whips out a enormous, grocery store-sized bag of gummy bears. Yanking the double-bag open, she proceeds to cram palmful after palmful into her maw like a ravenous goon.

Reclining back on the sofa in satisfaction, she rubs her tummy. “Hmmm…so full!” she sighs dreamily. “If only I had something to drink to wash it all down.”

Fetching a pint of vanilla ice cream from the freezer, Ashley plops back down, leg resting on the cocktail table. Noticing the camera’s angle, she lingers on that posture for a beat. “I hope you don’t mind this view,” she says archly. “I’ll see if I can keep the camera pointed away from my…”

Slowly, she runs her free hand along the inner thigh. “…Cabana,” she finishes, voice a throaty whisper. Unable to resist the urge, she reaches up with the pint and bites. A puff of cream squirts into her mouth, providing just the right amount of lubrication.

The camera jitters from the vibration applied from the other side. Ashley traces one finger while the room jiggles from the combination. Rustling reaches the mic, which seems to flicker before redirecting to the the table.

Appearing on the monitor is the aftermath: Ashley licking her fingers of the last droplets. “That was some fun, wasn’t it?” she giggles breathlessly into the camera. “Gummies and ice cream is my favorite! A bonus treat for those who made it this far!”

Her words are interrupted by visitor after viewer declaring to carry her through such a spectacle. If they could reach through and touch her, offer her a proper finish. Gazing into the camera, Ashley stretches and simpers, every lick and shudder inviting her audience in.

Flashing a wink, she removes her glasses, applies a final dramatic swipe to herself, then she blows the screen a kiss goodbye. “Thanks so much for watching!” she chirps. “Make sure to like and subscribe for more!”

…The camera fades out, but Ashley continues to writhe, craving more out of frame. The gentlest suggestion, a measured urgency in that final breath on the wind.

Surely it’ll happen next time, another user will pay her with more consideration. Her act is a balancing act, a line she flirts with. So far, it suits her, the tricks she’ll perform for a small prize. At the end of the day, it’s better than working at Spencer’s gifts.

Besides, she can always keep the bear. She will, as an achievement from a hard day’s work.