Blonde Hand Jerking Hard Cock on Green Sheets

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her blonde hair spills onto the green sheets as she wraps her painted nails around his hard cock. Every stroke is deliberate, slow, teasing. The lubricant glistens, her thumb presses against the tip, her fingers tighten and loosen. Your breath catches, your hand instinctively moves, echoing her rhythm.

Your pulse races as you watch her work him up, never letting him go over. The sound of her strokes is the only sound you need. You can feel your own hardness growing, aching for release. But she's in control here, edging him mercilessly. Your strokes quicken, matching hers. You won't last long like this.

The sheets rumple beneath them, the only movement the steady motion of her hand. His cock stays hard, straining for more. Your own release teeters on the edge, but you hold back, wanting to see this through. She keeps going, relentless in her tease. How long will she keep him like this? How long will you last?