2 - Show me your face

The requirement to show face seemed a bit excessive. After all, a woman who scams with her body has a very strong sense of self-preservation. But she couldn't say it directly, for fear of offending the god who pays.

"I'm pretty average-looking, my body looks much better than my face. Besides, for you men, my other parts are more beautiful, aren't they? Don't you want to see my pink pussy? I'm still a virgin." 

Her words were very flirtatious, but was this how she really was in real life?

"But I'm only interested in beautiful women's bodies." He threw out another challenge, leaving Yana a bit stumped, trying to figure out how to respond to him quickly.

He lounged back in his chair, his muscular and slender legs casually crossed, adopting an attitude of leisurely indulgence as he watched her struggle.

"If you're not interested in me, I'll be very sad, honey. Are you willing to make me sad?" She coquettishly tried to evoke his pity.

He easily saw through her intentions and deliberately made things difficult: "If you're so ugly that I don't want to look at your body, I won't bother. I want a refund."

Talk of refunds was just the prelude to a dispute, a real blow to her business.

She pleaded sweetly, "Can I show you in a few days... I've been crying every day lately because of a breakup, my eyes are as swollen as walnuts. Next time, if you call me again, can I show my face to you?"

A stalling tactic, while also attracting repeat customers. She was really a cunning girl.

The man's lips curved slightly, his eyes deep with amusement.

"Come on, honey, let me show you something more erotic." In order to divert his attention, she pulled out a chair and sat down again, pushing the camera down to focus between her legs.

Her teasing words constantly distracted him. Damn, this woman was simply a slut.

He furrowed his brow, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand, trying not to look between her legs.

She was definitely young, probably between 20 and 25 years old, about 5'7" tall, The limbs are slender, but not too thin, weighing no more than 135 pounds. 

She had no tattoos, no manicures. Her skin was smooth and fair, almost poreless, with no traces of tanning. 

The fine pubic hair was golden, her golden hair wasn't a wig, and occasionally, a few words seemed to have a Slavic accent. She should be Eastern European or of mixed Eastern European descent.

She didn't smoke or use a hookah during the livestream, had no bad habits, and the things in the room were very tidy. 

She was wary of showing her face, very guarded, so her behavior in doing erotic livestreams must be very different from her usual behavior. And her appearance made it hard to imagine her doing such things.

Every time she sent a text message, the woman would habitually get close to the screen. She might be slightly nearsighted, or she might wear glasses.

In her daily life, she might still be a student, and she might be a nerd who doesn't like to dress up and wears glasses.

She would never have thought that the man on the other end of the network was so powerful, and all her speculations were almost correct.

The girl's black lace covered her private parts, which seemed more tempting than being completely naked.

She clamped her legs together, inserted her fingers, and rubbed her private parts through her underwear. When squeezed, Mons pubis bulged out, and the seductive shape could be vaguely seen under the lace.

"Does it look good here?" She started to tease again.

"Not bad."

The man's answer made her feel no sense of accomplishment, "What kind of evaluation is this? Above average?"

He didn't answer.

She opened her legs, and the small piece of cloth could not cover the plump and tender labia, which were bulging outwards, smooth and tender, just like the feeling of an underage girl, as if she had little or no sexual experience - it is said that men like this.

"Look carefully, and then tell me, is it very tender?"

She opened her legs more, revealing the labia hidden in it. The flesh slit that was squeezed out was a pure light pink, but it kept twitching, with transparent and shiny mucus, and full of lust. It was the superposition of these two feelings that was very erotic.

She gently inserted her shiny fingertips into it, biting her lower lip and making a weak "honey, you want to try it yourself, how tight am I? You can book my first night for a night for only $5,000."

I have to say that as a competent porn anchor, she is perfect at it. Ordinary men would probably be burning with desire and want to fuck her to death if they were teased by her like this.

A strange heat fermented in the man's body. Logan frowned and suppressed it with amazing self-control.

"Turn your back." He ordered.

"Ah? Don't you like it?" She pretended to be terrified, "I'll masturbate for you later, okay? Don't be angry or anxious..."

He closed his eyes, his brows were still knitted, and he took a deep breath, and his protruding Adam's apple slid heavily.

"Be obedient, do whatever I tell you to do."

"Turn your back." He repeated it again.

She replied pitifully: "Okay..."