Five Days of Riding and My Pussy Is Still Soaking

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hips are moving, slow and deliberate, as she rides him with a rhythm that makes your breath catch. The way her breasts bounce with each movement, her top pushed up just enough to expose them fully, is almost too much to bear. The dim, warm light of the bedroom seems to glow off her medium-toned skin, illuminating every curve of her curvy body.

Your hand instinctively reaches down, your pulse racing with anticipation. You can almost feel the heat emanating from her as she moves above him, her vulva stretched around his cock. The sounds she makes, a mix of moans and soft gasps, only add to the intensity of the moment. You can't help but wonder how long you'll last if you were in his place.

As she leans back slightly, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, you feel yourself getting harder. The way he grips her breast, squeezing it gently as she continues to ride him, only adds to the eroticism of the scene. Your breathing quickens, your rhythm matching hers as you stroke yourself in time with her movements. But just as you think it's all going to come crashing over the edge, she slows down, teasing you with a look that says she knows exactly what she's doing to you. And then she leans forward again, her hips moving in a slow circle that leaves you aching for more...