I Shouldn't Be Posting This but My Tits Need Worship

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hands, those painted red nails, they tease, barely grazing her breasts. The lingerie is pink, a match for her lips. She arches back, the fabric clings. Every curve is on display.

She pulls the bra down, her breasts spill out. They're perfect, full, and you can't help but reach for yourself. Her eyes never leave yours. She knows what she's doing. Her hands cup and squeeze them now. She tilts her head, her mouth opens slightly. You're getting hard, your pulse is racing. She's in control here.

She's getting wetter by the second. You can see it in her eyes, the way she shifts slightly. Her hand moves up to her collarbone. She's going to make herself cum right in front of you. Can you last? She edges closer and closer, her breath quickens. You're stroking faster now, matching her rhythm. It's almost over. She's going to let go any second now.