Captured in your lens, you watch. I squirm.

The raw first impact shot my synapses. My eyes blanked. I hate how disgusting I am, how I lose control. There's nothing pretty about sticky, smelly natto.

Humiliated, the shutter clicks.

Already, my pussy drips.

The more your gaze devours, the more it smears, the more I sink.

'Amateur Models Wanted. No nudity. No Sex.' Said I needed quick cash.

My ruined image feeds your fetish. Covered in gloop, massaged into every nook, I won't admit I'm one finger-flick away from masturbatory bliss.

Your breath quickens as I succumb to my shame.