My Slutty Girlfriend in Pink Lace Sucks My Cock

She knows exactly what she're doing to you. She slips her mouth around him, the pink lace a tease against her skin. Her dark hair falls around her face as she moves, her tongue tracing the length of him. His hands guide her, his fingers brushing against her cheek.

Her eyes flicker open, meeting yours for a moment before she closes them again, lost in the sensation. You can almost feel the heat of her breath on your skin as she takes him deeper. Her body arches slightly, her medium-sized breasts pressing against the lace. The only sound is the soft wetness of her mouth around him, the gentle hum of pleasure in the back of her throat.

Your pulse quickens as you watch, your hand twitching with the urge to touch. How long will you last as she teases and taunts you with every stroke? She moves slowly, steadily, her pace unwavering. The man's hand rests near her head, his fingers tangled in her hair. Her tongue traces patterns on his skin, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel your ache growing, your rhythm quickening. Will she push you over the edge with one more stroke?