My Trans Girlfriend in Gold Dress Toys on Floor

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hand moves so slowly, teasing you with every stroke. The toy glides against her body, the sound making your pulse quicken. Her eyes lock onto yours, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Her body shifts, her legs parting slightly as she edges closer to the peak. The dress sparkles, catching the light and drawing your gaze. The toy disappears from view, then reappears in her hand, the rhythmic motion never faltering. Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling with each stroke. You can feel your own breath hitching, your hand moving of its own accord.

Your rhythm matches hers, your pulse pounding in time. How long will you last? The toy moves faster now, her strokes more urgent. She's getting close... Her eyes flash with pleasure, her face contorting in concentration. You can feel yourself edging closer, your ache growing with each passing moment. She's almost there...