My Tattooed Slut Makes Crazy Faces When I Grab Her

She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Her long hair falls down her back, a dark waterfall that frames her face, her body, her skin. She's slim, and you can't help but imagine your hands tracing every curve, every line. Her breasts are perfect, just the right size to fill your palms. She's wearing a simple gray tank top, but it's all the more erotic for being so plain. A necklace glints in the warm light, and a ring shines on her left hand. Her left shoulder is marked with a tattoo, you want to trace it with your tongue.

She lies on the bed, smiling right at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Then he enters the frame, standing over her, his cock briefly visible before he moves behind her. He places his hands on her shoulders, and she covers her face with her hand. But then she starts making these crazy faces, wide eyes, open mouth, and she doesn't stop. You can see the excitement building in her body, the tension in her muscles. You ache to touch her, to taste her. Your hand is moving of its own accord, stroking slowly as you watch. Your breathing quickens, your pulse pounding in your veins. You're getting harder by the second, your rhythm speeding up.

She's lying still now, but you know she's not going to stay that way for long. He's still standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders, and you can feel the electricity between them. Your strokes are getting faster, your edge closer. You're not going to last much longer, but you don't want to come yet. You want to see what happens next, to feel every moment of this tease. So keep watching, and see how long you can hold out...