My Tatted Trans GF Stroking Her Hard Cock on Stool

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hand moves so slowly, teasing every inch of her hard cock. The bodysuit hugs her curves, pierced nipples peeking through cutouts. She looks up, catching your eye, as her fingers wrap tighter.

Her body shifts, the stool creaking softly as she adjusts her grip. The phone glints in her other hand, but her attention is on you. Her breathing quickens, lips parting slightly. You can almost hear the soft moan as she strokes faster. Your pulse is racing now, your hand moving on its own. The way she looks at you, it's like she knows exactly how hard you're getting.

The room fades away, leaving only her. The way her body responds to her touch, the way her fingers dance over her cock. Your breath catches as she stands, then sits back down, legs spread wide. The ache builds, your rhythm quickening. How long will you last? She's not going to make it easy for you. She teases and tempts, always just out of reach. But you can't look away...