The pleats of her school skirt felt stiff against her thighs as Christina nervously adjusted it, the cheap fabric clinging in the humid air. She glanced at the camera, a blush creeping up her neck, coloring her cheeks a delicate pink. This was new, this exposing of herself, even in the privacy of her bedroom, felt... exhilarating.
She began with the tie, loosening the knot with trembling fingers. The crisp white blouse gaped open slightly, revealing a hint of her smooth, unblemished skin. Medium tits, perfect for her petite frame, strained against the thin fabric. Her natural tits bobbed slightly with each movement, a subtle dance that hinted at the secrets hidden beneath.
The anticipation was building. Each button slowly released, her gaze fixated on her own reflection in the webcam. This was more than just stripping; it was about the feeling of liberation, the power of her own sensuality. She wanted to show her petite body for who she is, no matter what others may think. She imagined eyes on her, hungry for the sight of her perfect pussy.
Her hands moved down to the zipper of the skirt. The metallic sound seemed amplified in the silence of the room. As the skirt slid down her slender legs, she stepped out of it with a playful flick of her wrist. A shiver ran down her spine as the cool air brushed against her bare skin. She arched her back slightly, her ass looking tempting.
Now, only a pair of lace panties stood between her and complete exposure. With a slow, deliberate motion, she traced the outline of her mound, her eyes locking with the camera once more. A mischievous smile played on her lips. This was her moment, her show, her pleasure. What would she do next? The possibilities were endless. She teased with her fingers on the edge of the lace and a close up view for her fans. The feeling of being watched fueled her fire.
