Muscular Black Man Jerking off in Bathroom Mirror

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She strokes it slow, her eyes locked on yours. Her dark skin glistens in the light. Her dreadlocks frame her face. You feel your pulse quicken, your breath catch.

She adjusts her grip, the rhythm changes. You can't look away. Her abs ripple with each stroke. The underwear clings to her. You ache to touch her, to taste her. Your hand moves on its own, mirroring her strokes. You're hard now, throbbing with each beat of your heart. She knows it, too, she can see it in your eyes.

She edges, her body tense. You're right there with her, your heart pounding. You need to see more, to feel more. You imagine the heat of her skin, the smell of her sweat and musk. Your mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. Your hand strokes faster, harder, as you imagine taking over for her. But she's in control here, teasing you with every slow stroke. She's not going to let you come, not yet, anyway. Press play and find out how long you'll last under her skilled hands.