Tina hit "Next" and looked at the screen.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She said to the image. A male, nude, showed up on the webcam. It was the eighth of the day. "Jesus Fucking Christ! Always you fucking pervs showing your junk! Get a goddamn life!" she said to the stranger.
The penis wiggled at her, a hand stroked it a few hesitant times. The cameras were never aimed above the chest.
"What is it with you fucks?" she asked, "As soon as I don't scream and panic and click away, you just start jerking off. C'mon! Can't you bastards maybe get attention from your wives or girlfriends? Oh, I know, you don't have any, so you have to come on here."
No motion from the man on the other webcam. He waited. Tina spoke again.
"And look at that gray hair you got on your balls. What are you, 60? Don't you have something better to do, like flash girls at the busstop or go stalk kids at daycare, you pedo? I can't fucking believe some old man is showing me his dick. Lame. Fucking lame."
The hand made a thumbs-up sign and started stroking.
"Yeah, yeah, now you're gonna jerk off for me like I WANT to see it. You think you're all brave and big and bad showing your dick to a random girl. You're nasty, you know that? Get a fucking life, loser."
The hand stroked the cock more, fondled the balls.