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She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her eyes lock onto yours, a sly smile playing on her lips as she adjusts her position on the bed. The soft light catches her blonde hair, framing her face in a halo of gold. Her crop top rides up, exposing a hint of smooth skin, and your pulse quickens in anticipation.

Her hand drifts down, fingers tracing the outline of her pussy before dipping inside. The sound of her wetness fills the air, and your breathing hitches. You can feel your hand moving of its own accord, stroking in time with her rhythm. Her eyes never leave yours, the connection between you crackling with tension.

She edges closer and closer, her body tensing as she holds back. Your own ache grows, the need to cum building with each passing moment. You know you won't last much longer, not with her looking at you like that. She's teasing you now, flashing you glimpses of her pussy before pulling back. Your hand moves faster, your breath coming in ragged gasps. How much longer can you hold on?