Long Black Hair Slut Begs to Be Fucked Hard on Chair

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her eyes lock on yours, a sly smile spreading as she raises her arms, stretching the gray fabric of her crop top. She turns, her long black hair swinging, her small breasts pressing against the cutouts. Her red nails flash as she touches her hip, then her thigh, her tan skin glowing.

She kneels on the chair, arching her back, glancing over her shoulder. You feel your hand moving, your pulse racing. She reclines, crossing her legs, one hand drifting to her inner thigh. Her lips pucker, blowing a kiss toward you. Your breath catches as she sits up, hands on thighs, looking directly at you. She touches her chest, then crosses her arms over her lap, maintaining eye contact.

Your rhythm quickens, your ache growing. She's begging for it, hard and deep. You can almost hear her whispering in your ear. Your hand strokes faster, your edge approaching. How long will you last?