Riding My Red and Yellow Dildo in My Black Hoodie

The way she moves on that dildo, so slow and sweet. He can feel her rhythm, the way her hips rise and fall. His breath catches as he watches her, his pulse pounding in his cock. The sound of her breathing is like music, a gentle hum that builds to a moan.

She's so wet, he can see it glistening on her pussy and the dildo. Her hands touch her tits, then rest on her stomach, the tattoos visible under her black hoodie. The hoodie rides up and down, exposing her midriff and tits. He edges closer, his hand moving on its own.

He's hard now, his cock aching as he watches her grind against the dildo. The close-up view shows every detail, every movement of her body. The natural light from the window casts soft shadows on her skin. He can feel himself getting harder by the second, his breath catching as he edges closer to release. He's lost in the rhythm of her hips, the way she moans with pleasure. Her body tenses, then relaxes, the dildo still moving inside her. He's right there with her, his heart pounding in his chest. She's so close, he can feel it. He needs to see more, to feel more.