Four Days Wet and Rubbing My Blue Lace Pussy

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her fingers dance across her lace-clad pussy, slowly teasing you with every deliberate stroke. The blue fabric is thin, clinging to her curves as she gently rubs herself. Her thumb presses against her mound, her index and middle fingers tracing along her wet vulva. You can almost feel her soft skin, her natural lubrication making her glide effortlessly.

Her hand moves in a slow, rhythmic motion, never speeding up, always teasing. The lace stretches and pulls aside, giving you glimpses of her inner thighs and pubic mound. You're hard now, your pulse racing with anticipation. Your hand instinctively goes to your crotch, your fingers twitching with the urge to touch yourself. You're edging already, your breathing quickening.

She's not going to stop, not yet. She's just getting started, and you know it. Her fingers keep stroking, rubbing her clit with a slow intensity that's driving you crazy. You need to see more, feel more. You're desperate to press play, to let her tease you some more. Your hand is moving now, stroking yourself in time with her rhythm. You won't last long like this. She's going to push you over the edge, and you know it.