Caminah Smuts

Behind The Scenes

Being a camgirl when your roommate kept odd hours was easy, especially since she liked to get out of the dorm late at night. Camila pretended to sleep every Wednesday night, wait until Dinah's footsteps that were almost nonexistent patter out of the room. She waited for a few minutes, ensuring that Dinah wouldn't return before sliding out of bed.

Camila turned the lights on just enough to illuminate the area around her computer with a pale glow. The room was still encased in darkness. She ran the recording program on her desktop, sat on the chair and checked the angle of the webcam. She had been doing this long enough to know how to set up her camera so it went by quickly.

Camila took a seat on her computer chair and let out a slow breath. She wore little else other than a white button down shirt. This wasn't for a live webcam so Camila felt like she could take her time. She pressed the record button and the viewfinder slash program showed her body, save her face. It cut off right above her mouth.

Taking each button in her fingers, Camila unclasped them, exposing every inch of skin with purpose and lazy touches. Build up the anticipation, she thought to herself. Sure, there would be people who would get impatient, but they could always scroll on forward. The buildup was for herself anyway.

Already she could feel the heat between her legs. The room got warmer and Camila breathed softly, lips parted and her fingers trembling. Once she finished with the rest of her buttons, she pulled apart her shirt but kept it on. She exposed her breasts, nipples stiff from the arousal that made her cheeks flush with heat.

Cupping her breasts in her palms, Camila squeezed and took her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She rolled them, back arched and a low moan spilling from her parted lips. The microphone was close enough to her that she could make noises without needing to be loud. That meant that she would not be heard by her neighbors through the paper thin walls of the dormitory.

Camila spread her legs and put them up on the armrests of her computer chair. Fingers split apart her slick folds, her skin glistening beneath the lamp light and exposing the extent of her arousal. She bit her lip and grazed her clit, her legs twitching.

She squeezed her eyes shut and thought of Dinah. She may be irritating for a roommate, but Camila could also appreciate just how hot and attractive she was. The depth of her voice. The smokiness of her gaze. Camila shuddered and took her clit in between fingers, picturing Dinah's beautiful face taking it in her hot, snarky mouth. Camila slid two fingers into her dripping pussy, dreaming of Dinah's tongue.

"Oh," Camila couldn't hold back a gasp, the pads of her digits grazing the spot inside her, the one that made her legs tremble. She fucked herself in steady thrusts, the microphone picking up the filthy, wet fucking noises. "Mmmmn..."

The urge to squeeze her thighs together was strong, but she needed to put on a show after all. Camila took shallow breaths, her breasts heaving with every intake of air into her lungs. The room felt so much warmer, her cheeks flushed with the heat. Sweat trickled down the side of her cheek.

Camila pulled out her fingers from inside her pussy. The slick digits pressed against her clit to stroke it in slow circles. A drawn out moan spilled out from Camila and her wrist stuttered in its pace. Her back arched. "I'm coming," she whispered. Her tone was desperate. Thighs shook as if vibrating and Camila whimpered. Her orgasm washed over her, a relief she had been anticipating for a week.

She caressed her clit to ride out her orgasm, her legs still shaking and twitching from the pleasure. She sat up straight in her seat and let out soft pants, her body quivering. Camila remained seated there for a few moments, just until the sweat that clung to her skin cooled to the touch.