Pale Slut Moans While Hand Squeezes Her Small Tits

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her body arches, her nipples harden under his fingers. She moans, her eyes fluttering closed. You feel your pulse quicken, your breath catch in your throat.

Her skin is so pale, so smooth. His hand strokes her gently, then presses harder, making her gasp. You can almost hear the hitch in her breath as she edges closer. Your hand instinctively moves to stroke yourself, matching the rhythm of his fingers on her skin. She shifts slightly, her hips tilting up, inviting more touch.

She's getting wetter by the second, you can tell by the way she's shifting her hips. His hand slips down to tease her belly, making her whimper. You're getting harder too, feeling your own ache build. How long will you last once you press play? Will you edge like this, or let go? She's still moaning, still arching into his touch. You can feel your own rhythm building, your own need growing urgent. Press play and see how long you'll last against the sound of her pleasure.