Ahn~! Please stop, my body can’t take it anymore! My voice trembles, laced with desperation, as a sharp Smack~ Smack~ echoes through the room. Plap~ Plap~ Hhhhnnn~! N-No! Not there! I… I can’t… handle it! My breathy moans blending with wet, exaggerated sounds. Squelch~ Squelch~ My voice cracks into a strained, guttural scream. AAAHH~!

Then silence in the booth... my heart pounding as I catch my breath. I lean back, wiping a strand of damp hair from my flushed cheek before flicking the mic switch. So… um… t-that was the final line for today. D-Did it sound okay? I glance out through the window, avoiding your gaze. My chest rises and falls beneath my sticky crop top, which clings tightly to my boobies, the sweat making every breath feel heavier.I gather the scripts in front of me, fidgeting with the hem of my skirt as my thighs press together under the table. I got a bit wet down there. A bead of sweat slips down my cleavage, tickling as it goes, but I bite my lip and shift nervously, waiting for your feedback.