Bearded Man Licks My Erect Cock in Kitchen

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hand drifts down, and she slowly wraps her fingers around her cock, pulling it up and out. Her eyes never leave yours as she strokes herself, her hips shifting subtly against the counter. The man kneels before her, his beard brushing against her skin as he licks her length. She gasps, her breath catching in her throat, and her hand tightens around her cock.

Her body tenses, her muscles flexing beneath her skin. The man's head moves slowly up and down, his tongue tracing patterns along her length. She shifts, her weight transferring from one foot to the other, and the man follows, his mouth never leaving her skin. The sound of his licking fills the air, a steady beat that matches the pulse pounding in your veins.

The room is warm, the air thick with tension. Your hand drifts down, your fingers wrapping around your own length as you watch. Your breath catches in your throat as the man's head moves faster, his tongue tracing circles around the head of her cock. You feel yourself getting harder, your pulse racing with anticipation. She's getting close, you can tell by the way her body tenses, the way her eyes flash with heat. Will she come before you do? There's only one way to find out.