Five Days Sober and Now Covered in His Warm Cum

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hands press her breasts together, a tight tunnel for his cock, rubbing it up and down. The rhythm is slow, torturous, each stroke a tease. Her face is a picture of concentration and pleasure, lips licked, mouth open slightly. You can feel your hand moving to match her pace, your breath catching in your throat.

Her body responds to every touch, her nipples hardening, her skin flushing. The air is thick with anticipation, the moment building. Then it happens, he starts to cum, a thick stream of white semen shooting onto her breast. It flows down, coating her skin in rivulets. She holds her breasts together, maintaining the pressure, the pleasure.

Your pulse is racing now, your ache growing. You can feel yourself getting harder, your hand moving faster. How long will you last? The cum still coats her breast, glistening in the dim light. She doesn't move, letting it set on her skin. Your rhythm quickens, your breath coming in short gasps. You're on the edge now, teetering on the brink of release. One more stroke...