Riding This Wooden Shaft Alone Until I Drip

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her curvy body bounces on that wooden shaft, those big tits jiggling with every move. She moans, her mouth opening wide, eyes locked on you. Your hand twitches, wanting to touch.

Her hips move so slowly, teasing you. Her soft abdomen ripples, stretch marks shifting with each stroke. She's completely nude, except for a thin silver necklace. Her dark hair cascades down her pale skin. You can't look away from her face, her parted lips, her direct eye contact.

She rides that machine relentlessly, her wetness evident. Her breathing is ragged, her mouth opening and closing. She smiles at you, still moving. Your pulse quickens, your ache growing. You're stroking now, edging closer. How long will you last? She's getting wetter, her sounds louder. You're hard now, your rhythm matching hers. She's not stopping until she cums. Will you hold out that long?