Blonde Drops Pink Towel to Play with Her Tits

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She wraps herself in a pink towel, clutching it tight with those white-painted nails, teasing you with the barest hints of her fair skin. Her blonde hair cascades down, framing a face that knows its power, lips parted, eyes locked on you. Slowly, oh so slowly, she lowers the towel, revealing her breasts, medium-sized and perfect. Her hands dance across them, sometimes covering, sometimes revealing, always teasing. Her eyes never leave yours, her head tilts, her gaze shifts. She's playing with herself now, touching lightly, then covering again. The air is thick with anticipation.

Her breathing is steady but your pulse isn't. Your hand is twitching, wanting to reach out and touch what she's so casually playing with. The towel is gone now and she's standing there, topless and unapologetic. Her hands move over her breasts again and again, sometimes just brushing the nipples. She's getting wetter by the second and you can almost hear the soft moans building in her throat. The room around her fades away; all that matters is the slow dance of her hands across her skin.

You're hard now, stroking along with her rhythm. Every touch of her fingers to her skin makes you ache more. She's not going to stop until she decides to and neither are you. This could go on forever but it won't. She'll edge herself right up to the limit and then... then what? There's only one way to find out. Press play and let her take control of your every breath.