Plaid Top Untied to Flash Tits in Maroon Thong

She knows exactly what she're doing to you. Her hands slowly untie the plaid top, a sly smile spreading across her face as she lets it hang open. You can't help but stare at her medium-sized breasts, the light pink areolas drawing your eye. She's in no rush, teasing you with every movement, her blue eyes locked on yours.

Her hands cup her breasts, lifting them slightly, and you feel your pulse quicken. The maroon thong is all that's left covering her now, and you ache to see more. She touches the waistband, her fingers tracing the edge, and your breath catches in anticipation. Her hands move again, covering her nipples partially this time, and you can't help but imagine what it would be like to touch her yourself.

You're on edge now, your hand moving of its own accord. She looks down, adjusting her position slightly, and you feel like you're right there with her. Your rhythm is building, your strokes getting faster. You know you won't last much longer. She's still kneeling there, topless and tantalizing, how long will you be able to hold on?