~Mckenna
My basement, the only place in this house where I can actually breathe. The walls are completely soundproofed, which is a necessity for my line of work. I’m nineteen now, and after a year of doing this, I’ve turned my workspace into a high-tech sanctuary.
My setup is professional. Three large ring lights surround me, washing my skin in a soft, perfect glow that hides any flaws.
A high-definition camera sits on a sturdy tripod, capturing every move I make for the hundreds of men currently watching me live. My monitors are filled with a scrolling chat of thirsty comments and a constant stream of digital tips.
I’m sprawled out on my velvet filming bed, completely exposed. In one hand, I have a powerful wand vibrator pressed firmly against my c**t, the high-frequency buzz making
