Boyfriend Films Me Crying While He Fingers My Ass

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her ass is bare, her buttocks clenching as his hand moves inside her. She's on her side, her white tank top riding up, exposing more of her skin. You can't help but imagine your own hand there, feeling her warmth and tightness.

Her face is a picture of exertion, her eyes closed, mouth open. Her hand covers her mouth, fingers pressing against her lips as if trying to stifle a moan. Her brow furrows, cheeks flushing with pleasure. You can almost hear her breathing, feel your own pulse racing in time with hers. Your hand twitches, wanting to touch, to feel her heat.

The camera pans back, showing her back and ass again, the green garment bunched beside her. She's so close, yet so far. You ache to see more, to feel more. Your rhythm quickens, your edge teasingly close. Will you last? Can you resist the urge to stroke yourself as you watch her? The suspense is killing you...