She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Every glance, every curve, every slow touch is for your eyes. Her blonde hair cascades down, framing her face as she smiles, her large breasts spilling out of her black and white nun costume. The fishnets hug her curvy legs, drawing your gaze up. She knows where you're looking.
Her hand drifts to her breast, then the other joins, cradling them as she sits up, looking right at you. You feel your pulse quicken. She lies back, mouth open, still holding herself, inviting you in. The air is charged as she spreads her legs, one hand resting near her vulva. You can almost hear the anticipation.
Then she picks up the vibrator, pressing it against her clit. Her head turns, tongue out to lick her own nipple. The image sears into your mind. You feel yourself getting hard, your hand instinctively reaching down. She presses the vibrator to her breast now, eyes on you, mouth open in a silent moan. Your breathing quickens. You stroke yourself slowly, edging closer with each glance at her breasts, each shift of her body. How long will you last? The thought of coming before she even climaxes is intoxicating.
She moves onto her side, one hand covering a breast, the vibrator resting against her thigh. Her eyes are half-closed now, a look of bliss on her face. You're on the edge, your rhythm picking up. The tease is almost too much to bear. What if she goes further? What if she doesn't stop? The only way to find out is to press play and let her take you there with her.
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