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We chatted, our words bouncing between computer screens as she laid bare her desires for all to see. Hannah's hands traced down her body, her every move tantalizing and wet with lust. She knew what I wanted; we both did.

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With a wicked laugh, Hannah dove beneath her bed sheets, pulling them up to cover herself just enough so I could envision every inch of skin. With one hand manipulating her now exposed pussy while the other played with each plump breast, Hannah set about heating up my day with a vengeance.

An hour passed like minutes as we indulged in cam solo masturbation; our every need met through this peculiar bond. Although miles apart, we were connected through technology - two strangers brought together by one unquenchable thirst for the nasty side of human nature. As Hannah climaxed under my watchful gaze, I couldn't help but think how fortunate we were to live in an era where such services existed.

And when our sessions ended, as they always did too soon, we parted ways knowing that tomorrow held another opportunity for us to reconnect in this strange yet gratifying online relationship. After all, isn't there something uniquely exhilarating about being privy to someone else's most intimate moments?