My Horny Omegle Story: Eva’s Prague Fantasy

I connected to a girl with piercing blue eyes and platinum blonde hair pulled into a messy bun. ‘CZ’, her tag read. Czech Republic. She was slim, almost athletic, and wore a black lace bra visible under an unbuttoned flannel shirt.

“Looking for fun?” I typed. She smirked. “Maybe. What kind of fun?” I didn’t hold back. “The kind where you show me what’s under that flannel.” She laughed, a low, throaty sound. “You first.”

Fingering Her Wet Pussy on Camera

I obliged, and she licked her lips. “Now you,” I said. Slowly, teasingly, she shrugged off the flannel. Her small, perfect breasts were barely contained by the lace. “Like what you see?” she purred, tracing her fingers over the lace. I told her to take it off. She did, then let her hand trail down her flat stomach. “My pussy is so wet from this,” she moaned, slipping her fingers inside her panties. I watched, enthralled, as she fingered herself, describing exactly how it felt while I stroked myself to the sight of her.