My Trans Slut Rides That Dildo Hard for Me

She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Her body is moving, hips up and down, slow and steady. She's riding it, eyes locked on you. Her mouth is open, a moan escaping her lips. Her hands are resting on her thighs, the tattoos on her arms standing out against her light skin. The snake on her chest seems to slither as she moves. You can feel your pulse racing, your breath catching in your throat.

You can't help but imagine your hand replacing the dildo. She's getting wetter, her rhythm speeding up. Her moans are louder now, more urgent. Your hand is moving on its own, stroking in time with her hips. You're hard, aching for release. She's edging closer, her body tensing up. How long will you last? Will you be able to hold on until she comes? Or will you give in first? The anticipation is killing you. You're desperate to see more, to see how far she'll take it. She's teasing you now, slowing down then speeding up again. It's torture, but it feels so good. You're trapped in her rhythm, unable to look away.