Night Pool Solo Rub in Butterfly Crop Top

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her fingers, slow, tracing her wetness, her breath catching. You feel your pulse quicken, your hand twitching. The air is thick with anticipation as she spreads her legs wide, her dark hair cascading down her back.

Her crop top rides up, flashes of small breasts. She holds eye contact, daring you to look away. Her mouth opens, a soft gasp, as her fingers part her. You're hard now, edging, your rhythm matching hers. The sound of her gentle moans fills the air, teasing you. Her strokes get faster, more urgent.

Your breath quickens too, your ache building. How long will you last? You're on the edge, about to tip over... Her eyes lock onto yours, a sultry challenge. She knows she has you. You can't look away from the sight of her pleasuring herself. The tension builds, your hand moving in sync with hers. Will she take it further?