Blonde Slut in Blue Lace Strokes and Licks My Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She's got a grip on him, her slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, moving slow, so slow. Her blonde hair falls forward as she leans in, her tongue extending, licking the tip, then back to stroking. She's smiling at you, her eyes locked on yours, her face inches from him. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath in the blue lace top, the silver necklace glinting in the light.

Her hand moves up and down his length, her thumb rubbing over the head. She's taking her time, savoring every moment. You can see the glans bulging at the end of each stroke. Her tongue darts out again, lapping at the tip before she goes back to stroking. She's not rushing, just enjoying the feel of him in her hand. Her nails are a light green, a subtle pop of color against his skin.

You're getting harder by the second. Your pulse is racing already. Your hand is moving on its own, mirroring her strokes. The ache is growing, your rhythm matching hers. You're edging closer and closer... Your breath catches in your throat as she licks him again. The sound of her breathing fills your ears, and you can almost feel her warm breath on your skin. She's not stopping, just keeping that steady rhythm. Your heart is pounding now...