Sneaky Streaming Session

Ember Fiera's staring at the screen, live without any warning. Keeps her fans entertained while her girlfriend, Chanel Camryn, crawls underneath and steals her concentration. Chanel's mouth is on her right away, wet and eager, slipping between her thighs as if this were the plan all night. Ember squeezes her knees shut for a second, then melts and tries to keep talking. Her hands grip the desk like it's solid ground. She's smiling through a story she barely remembers telling. Every lick cuts the sentence short. She hears herself babble, knocks a water bottle over, catches it before it spills. The viewers toss questions she dodges in a rush. Ember barely lasts before she finally blurts out the five-second ad break and slams pause. Camera still sits on her frozen smile, but she's already rolled the chair back, grabbed a fistful of Chanel's hair and pushed in deeper. They both go at each other like they have minutes, not much longer. Hands, tongues, teeth, soft wet sounds at odds with the silent stream counter. Both of them know they'll lose when the clock ticks back to zero, but right now nothing else matters.