Curvy Girl in Red Heels Jerking My Oiled Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hands wrap around him, slick with oil. She strokes slow and steady, her eyes locked on his masked face. His cock glistens, aching for more. The oil makes every movement silky smooth, heightening the sensation.

Her body bends, her ass inches from his face. He doesn't touch her, just sits and takes it. She squats lower, her grip tightens. Her breath catches, her rhythm quickens. You can feel your pulse pounding harder now, your hand instinctively reaching down. Your fingers wrap around yourself, mimicking her strokes.

Her hands move faster, her body sways. Your breath comes in short gasps as you stroke along with her. She's bringing him to the edge, teasing him mercilessly. Your rhythm quickens, your grip tightens. How long will you last? The tension builds, your ache grows. You're hard and ready, your hand moving on its own now.

She's in control, dictating the pace. Her movements are rhythmic and focused, all about his pleasure. You're right there with him, feeling every stroke, every tease. Your pulse is racing, your breath is ragged. You're on the edge, ready to tip over at any moment. Will she push him over the edge? Will she let you cum?