Boo
There’s no way you’re straight
Slut
Will it be on your site?
She read some comments aloud, laughed them off, and then kept going.
“He’s not my boyfriend, guys, calm down. But I did have a fantastic weekend. I got to try out my newest tea blend with him. He also loved my blueberry jam. He ate almost the entire jar with my homemade biscuits. We also baked a cake.”
She cocked an eyebrow and stared directly into the camera lens. A sly grin slid onto her full lips and she ran her pink tongue along her lower lip.My cock jumped to attention.Growing brave, I typed a comment.
I bet your cake tastes delicious.
She pulled back, eyed the comments, and kept talking.
“It was for a friend of ours. His birthday was this weekend, and we thought we’d celebrate by baking a cake in his honor.” It was my birthday this weekend. She’d baked a cake for me?I sat up, now invested in this.
What was his name?
My comment sparked a flood of mimics. Eisley looked uncomfortable but finally answered.
“I’d like to respect his privacy.”
Say his name.
I typed, and everyone did the same, which prompted her to put her hand on her hip and glare at the camera.
“Guys, this isn’t cool. I’ve had a really emotionally draining weekend and I don’t need this tonight. I’ll try another live tomorrow.” She leaned forward and started to shut the live off. I panicked.Groaning, I pushed the little tiara on the screen, sending her fifty dollars.That got her attention, and she paused.
Stay.
I typed.Not wanting to disappoint her paying customers, she put on a smile.
“Okay.” She clapped and took a deep breath. “How about I do a little AMA, within reason. I can pick and choose what to answer, but since I got a gift, I’ll let them go first.” She squinted to look for my username.I stood up and, with one hand holding the phone, I grabbed my keys and backpack, sliding it over my shoulder.
“Ministersmonster, go ahead and ask three questions.”
I left my hotel room and quickly typed as I walked to my car.
Who did you choose that night?
I hopped into my car and pulled out of the hotel parking lot. I was less than five miles from her place. I could make it by the third question.She was laughing and giggling and playing it off.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe you can elaborate and I’ll come back to you. Now, someone in the chat just asked what my favorite cake flavor is. I’m going to go with a homemade pineapple upside-down cake. Hmm, maybe that’ll be the next cake I make for a video. Do you guys want my recipe?”
I took a turn and kept driving. When I paused at a red light, I pulled out my phone and typed my second question.
I’m ready for another answer since you didn’t like my first question.
She huffed. “Fine, but I reserve the right to choose whether or not to answer it.”
I rolled my eyes and typed.
What’s up with the wedding ring you wear around your neck?
She read it, and her face went pale. She reached for the necklace, pulling the long chain from between her perfect breasts.
