Five Days Dry and Rubbing My Clit Hard

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. With every slow press against her covered pussy, you can feel your pulse racing. Her hands move so deliberately, like she's savoring every touch. The fishnet bodystocking hugs her slim body, and when she shifts, the fabric catches the light. Her blonde hair cascades down as she tilts her head back slightly, her glasses glinting. The way she looks at you, direct and unblinking, makes your breath catch.

Her fingers work the fabric aside, exposing a hint of pink. The sight makes your hand twitch, wanting to join hers. She strokes herself with such a steady rhythm, it's like she's guiding your own touch. Each time she parts her lips, showing more of her wetness, you feel yourself getting harder. Her expressions are so subtle, a slight raise of an eyebrow, a faint curve of her lips, but they're all directed at you. The silence is almost palpable, broken only by your own ragged breathing.

You're on edge with her, every movement making you ache for more. She edges closer to release without ever rushing, keeping you right there with her. As she teases herself and you, the tension builds. How long can you last? Will she finally let go or keep you hanging? The only way to find out is to watch her tease herself until...