Streamate Charlotte Lace Webcam - Watch as she strips in front of her.

She stands and wears a very short crop top that exposes her breasts to the air. She lifts and sways gracefully, one hand smoothes her dark wavy hair, as she strides. Her long curly locks stream out behind her light pink top. She stretches her arms out to the sides and backs up, hiding the line of her calves. She tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, and waits. Her wetness glides down her leg, over her knee, down the crack of her buttocks, and down the crease of her bottom. At last, she turns to the source of the sound. The bouncing of her feet adds a slight bump to the skin above her bottom. She wiggles her feet faster now, and back in sync with her hips, she starts to bounce up and down on the floor, her back against the wall. She whips her breasts out to their limits, and continues to bounce up and down, mimicking the motion of her body. "Can you hear me? Can you hear the tickle of the icemoon?" She nods. "Good. Now come closer." She bends over, and the icemoon slowly drifts over her bottom. She is surprised that it takes such a long time for it to go there. It may be miles on a train.

She moves her head back, and changes her angle slightly. The icemoon gradually less and gets nowhere. It may only be an inch or so when she leans forward and stretches her arms out in front of her. She can barely feel it under her skirt, or the thin strip of cloth hiding her long black hair. She starts to turn her head to the side, when the icemoon is big enough. She continues to bounce, twisting her body to match her rhythm. She is glad she has paid careful attention to what she is doing. Even without the cold air, the icemoon does make a nice sound, and she is glad she has timed her jumps precisely. If she had waited to jump, or would have even waited until she was close to the iceman, she may have gotten less, but she is glad now, because her body is reacting to the frigid air. The close proximity of the iceman also means more for her. She can feel him in her, standing directly beneath her, moving slightly forward and back, slightly up and down. He is trying to draw her attention, but she can see the iceman. Her neck is arched, and her breasts are heaving, already. She can also feel the slight pressure of the iceman on her neck, since he is moving upwards across her, slightly at a time. She can hear a whimper escape her, and she knows he will, in the end, fill her.

Even in her excitement, her breath is ragged. She tries to hide a moan, but it comes out in a heavy stream. The iceman has stopped tickling, but she can feel a slight sting, somewhere in her shoulders. She shifts her weight a little, and her thighs move a little more, both in rhythm and location. She begins to pant, and she thinks, "This can't be good." But, it is definitely better than the alternative. Even if it was, it would be very humiliating. She soon realizes that the iceman has stopped, and she is beginning to feel hopeful again. Her bottom is on fire. Her nipples are very hard, and she struggles to keep herself calm. Her cunt is also afire, as it is very wet and STILL PANTIC. The iceman has moved away, and she can hear him come back up the stairs. She thinks, "God, I hope they are not right. I hope they are not going to let me cum." But she is far too excited, and wants SO BAD to please the iceman. She hurls herself up on her hands and knees, and begs for him to let her cum. She doesn't really know what she wants..