My Trans GF Stroking Her Hard Cock in Black Lace

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her back is to you, her hips swaying in those black lace panties, teasing. Then she turns, flashes a peace sign, and your eyes lock onto the bulge in her lingerie. The fabric is sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Her hand wraps around it, stroking slow and steady. Her grip changes, her stance shifts, but her eyes never leave yours. You can almost hear the sounds she's making, feel your pulse racing with hers. Your hand is moving on its own, matching her rhythm. You're getting harder by the second, your breathing picking up.

The tension builds, your ache growing. How long will you last? She's still going, her face relaxed, her eyes locked on you. Her breasts jiggle with each movement, her nipples hard through the lace. She's fully in control, and you're completely at her mercy. You need to see more, feel more. Press play and let her take you there. Let her tease you, edge you, bring you to the brink. She's waiting for you, stroking steadily, looking right at you.