Counted Four Rounds Today and My Striped Top Is Soaked

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her blonde hair cascades down her back as she sits, legs spread wide, on the cool marble countertop. Her black-and-white striped tube top clings to her curvy body, already soaked with anticipation. Her manicured nails, tipped in white, are the only distraction from the main event, her fingers, slowly, deliberately slipping into her wet pussy.

Her moans fill the air, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Her eyes flutter closed, then open again, half-lidded as she savors every sensation. The soft shadows cast by the natural light dance across her skin, accentuating every curve. You can almost feel the warmth of her breath on your skin as she edges closer and closer.

Your hand is already moving in time with hers, your pulse racing with every stroke. Your breathing quickens, your rhythm faltering as you watch her tease herself mercilessly. How long will you last? Not much longer, if she keeps this up. And then... well, that's for you to find out.