My Purple Haired Slut Stroking My Oiled Cock for Hours

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Slowly, she wraps her arms around him, her purple hair spilling over his shoulders. Her hands, slick with oil, glide over his skin. She strokes his cock with a gentle touch, her white-painted nails a stark contrast to his dark skin. Her lips brush against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

Her body presses against his back, her breasts molding to him. Her arm slips around his throat, holding him close. Her breath is hot against his ear. You can feel your pulse racing, your breath catching in your throat. Your hand instinctively reaches out, as if to touch them. But they're just out of reach.

The tension builds, the air thick with anticipation. But they don't give in, not yet. The teasing continues, the slow strokes and gentle touches pushing him to the edge. You can feel yourself getting hard, your rhythm matching theirs. How long will you last? Will you edge like him, or give in to the ache? There's only one way to find out.