Blonde in Glasses Rubs Her Wet Pussy Alone in Chair

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her fingers move so slowly, tracing every curve of her wet pussy. Her moans fill the air, a constant reminder of the pleasure she's giving herself. Her small tits rise and fall with each breath, straining against the lace top.

Your hand moves on its own, stroking in time with her movements. You can't help but imagine what it would be like to touch her, to feel her warmth and wetness. Her blonde hair falls down her back, framing her face as she tilts her head back in pleasure.

As she rubs herself, her facial expressions change, her eyes closing in ecstasy, her lips parting in a silent moan. You feel your pulse racing with anticipation, your breathing getting heavier. How long will you last? Will you edge like she does, or give in to your desire? The tension builds inside you, matching the rhythm of her strokes. You're hard and aching, desperate for release. And then...