Seven Days Denying My Trans Slut Her Cum

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her eyes lock onto yours, a sly smile playing on her lips as she lies back, exposing herself completely. She takes her time, savoring every moment of your attention. Her hands glide over her body, teasing out every curve and contour.

Her breathing quickens, and so does yours. She knows you can't look away, not even for a second. Her fingers dance over her skin, tracing paths that make your pulse race. The way she touches herself is pure torture, a slow build of tension that refuses to break.

You can feel the ache building inside you, the urge to touch yourself growing with every passing moment. But she's in control here, dictating the pace and the pleasure. And right now, she's not giving you any. Not yet, at least. She's going to draw this out, make you beg for it. And you will, oh so happily. Your hand is already moving of its own accord, stroking in time with her fingers as they dance over her skin. You're on edge, teetering on the brink of losing all control. But she's not done with you yet...