Five Times Today and Still Begging for This

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She stretches out on the bed, black lace lingerie clinging to her curves, her long brunette hair spilling around her. Her medium-sized breasts rise and fall with each breath, and her light skin glows in the dim light. The man's dark hands are all over her, his fingers tracing her skin, his palms pressing against her.

Her body responds, her nipples hardening under the lace, her thighs parting as he touches her. She gasps, her eyes closing as his hand wraps around her throat, his fingers gentle but firm. Her face contorts, a mix of pleasure and strain, as he strokes her. You can feel your own pulse racing, your breath catching in your throat. Your hand is moving on its own, stroking, teasing.

She's so wet, so ready for him, and he's taking his time, savoring every moment. His cock is hard and slick with lube, pressed against her vulva as she lies still beneath him. Her thighs frame the shot, her body open and inviting. You can feel your own ache building, your rhythm quickening. How long will you last once you press play?