Five Times I Stretched My Wet Hole Today

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She stretches out, curvy and lush in pink lace, her hand slipping down to where you ache to touch. Her long nails are painted pink, rhinestones glinting as she fingers herself slowly, deliberately. Every movement is a tease, a promise of what she could do to you.

Her breathing is steady, her body moving slightly with each slow thrust. Her labia spread wide, two fingers sinking in, her thumb pressing down. You feel your pulse pounding, your hand moving on its own. Your fingers twitch, imagining the softness of her skin, the slickness between her legs.

You're hard and throbbing now, your breath coming faster. She's still going, her hips arching up into her touch. How long will you last? Will you edge along with her, or give in to the urge to stroke yourself? She's not going to stop until she's satisfied. The question is, can you satisfy yourself while watching her?