A toy finishes what Tariq started

Black straps come away one at a time in a lamp-lit bedroom, the webcam interface stacked down the left edge of the frame. Tariq keeps her back to the lens for a good while, kneeling on the bed, then lowers onto her front and reaches for a toy. Everything after that stays close and stays put.

Cam rooms rarely look this warm. A shaded lamp does most of the lighting, spilling amber across the sheets while the corners of the room fall away. She glances at the chat now and then, which keeps the whole thing loose and live, curvy and mature and running the room on her own terms.