Black Nails Grab My Balls While She Sucks My Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her eyes are locked on yours, daring you to look away as she wraps her lips around him, her black nails digging gently into his thigh. You can feel the heat emanating from her mouth, the way her tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes. Every now and then, she glances up at you, her gaze burning with intensity.

Your hand is already moving of its own accord, stroking in time with her rhythm. You can feel your pulse pounding in your veins, your breath coming in short gasps. She's taking him deep, her throat working to accommodate him, and you can't help but imagine how it would feel to be in his place. The sounds she's making are like music to your ears, soft moans and gagging noises that only add to the arousal building inside you.

You're not going to last much longer, not with her looking at you like that, not with the way she's moving her mouth. You can feel the pressure building, the ache growing more insistent by the second. And then, just when you think it's all going to be too much, she pauses, looks up at you one last time... and goes back to work.