Five Orgasms Deep and Still Finger My Soaked Pussy Outside

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her fingers dip in, then out, slow and teasing, her breath catching in her throat. Each stroke brings a moan, her hips arching into the touch. Her blonde hair spills around her, a golden halo against the gray concrete.

Her eyes flutter closed, her head tilts back, and her mouth opens in a silent scream. You can see the wetness spreading down her thighs, her pussy glistening with each movement. Your hand tightens into a fist, your pulse racing with every stroke she gives herself. You're hard, so hard, and it's all you can do not to reach down and take yourself in hand.

The rhythm builds, her fingers moving faster, harder. Her breasts jiggle with each thrust, her nipples tight and hard. She's on the edge, you can see it in the tension of her body. And you're right there with her, your breath coming in short gasps. How long will you last once you start stroking? The question sends a shiver down your spine.