Five Rounds Done and This Blonde Slut Still Wants More

She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Her blonde curls spill across the black sheet, framing her pale skin and those large, firm breasts that jiggle with each thrust. He takes her from behind, gripping her hips tight as his tattooed arms flex with each movement. The pace is steady, rhythmic, making your hand ache to join in. Her body moves in perfect sync, hips arching slightly as he adjusts his angle. The air is thick with tension, the only sound the soft slap of skin on skin.

The colored lights cast an intimate glow, illuminating the curves of her ass and the way his hands mold to her glutes. Her glasses glint occasionally as she turns her head, a hint of profile but no sound escapes. Your breath catches as you imagine being in his place, feeling her warmth envelop you. Your pulse quickens at the thought of those firm breasts against your chest, those hips bucking against you.

The rhythm builds, your heart pounding in time with his thrusts. You can almost feel her heat, almost hear her ragged breathing. Your hand moves involuntarily, stroking the air where she would be. You edge closer, your ache growing with each passing moment. Will you last as long as he does? There's only one way to find out...