Five Times Today and She Still Wants My Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her thong-clad ass bounces on your lap, teasing, taunting. Every movement makes you harder, your hand twitching with the urge to grab those hips. She's so wet, so ready, and she takes you deep with each slow stroke. Her body responds, her ass cheeks tensing, relaxing. The only sound is the rhythm of her hips, the soft slap of skin on skin.

Her pace picks up, her movements more urgent. Your breathing quickens, your pulse racing. You can feel yourself getting closer, your hand instinctively reaching out to guide her. Her body arches, her ass pushing back against you. She's close too, her muscles tensing around you. It's almost too much to bear.

You're stroking now, matching her rhythm. Your ache grows with each thrust, your edge looming closer. She keeps riding you, her hips moving in perfect sync. Your hand strokes her ass, feeling her warmth, her wetness. You're on the brink now, but she won't let you cum yet. She's in control, taking what she wants from you. And what she wants is more of this delicious friction, more of this intense pleasure building between you.