Glasses Slut Stroking Then Riding My Cock on Couch

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hands are stroking, fingers wrapping around, squeezing just right. Your breath catches as she leans in, mouth opening. You feel the warmth, the wetness, the gentle scrape of her tongue.

Her head bobs up and down, rhythm perfect, like she's savoring every inch. Your hand wants to join in, guide her, but you're frozen, watching. She pulls back, gasping softly, then straddles you. Her body lowers, enveloping you in heat and tightness. She starts to ride, hips moving in slow circles. Your pulse pounds as she bounces faster, harder.

You're on edge already, and she knows it. She leans forward, her small breasts swaying with each movement. Her eyes lock onto yours, sparkling with pleasure. You can feel yourself getting harder, your rhythm matching hers. But just as it's about to tip over... everything stops. The ache remains, pulsing with need. Now you have to see how it ends.