My Slut Drags Down My Boxers to Stroke My Uncut Cock

She knows exactly what she're doing to you. Her hand sneaks in, purple nails a flash of color. Fingers wrap around the front of his boxers, the fabric straining over what's inside. Slowly, so slowly, she tugs them down, revealing the prize. His cock springs free, thick and veiny against a nest of dark hair. She wraps her hand around it, stroking up and down with a rhythm that makes your pulse quicken.

Her grip is firm, her strokes long and languid. He shifts slightly as she works him over, his cock throbbing in her hand. The head glistens with pre-cum, making your mouth water. You can almost smell the musk of him, feel the heat emanating from his body. Your hand instinctively goes to your own groin, feeling yourself get hard.

As she strokes him, your breath comes in short gasps. She's edging him higher and higher, her hand moving faster now. You're right there with him, feeling every twitch and throb of his cock. And just when you think it's all going to come crashing down... everything stops. The camera lingers on his exposed cock, still and silent once more. But you know that's not the end of this story. Not by a long shot.