Seven Times This Week I Begged Him to Film My Mouth

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her dark hair is slicked back, her breasts are bare, and her eyes are fixed on the prize. She's on her knees, leaning forward, taking him in with a slow, steady rhythm. Her hands come up to grip his thighs, her bright green nails a pop of color against his skin.

Her head bobs up and down, her lips stretching around him. She pulls back, and for a moment, a string of saliva connects them. Then she's back at it, her mouth moving steadily. You can feel your pulse pounding in time with her movements. Your hand is twitching, wanting to reach out and touch her.

She's so focused on what she's doing, her face twisted in concentration. You can almost hear her breathing, feel the heat emanating from her body. Your own breath is coming faster now, your body responding to the sight of her. You're getting hard, your ache growing with every passing moment. How long will you last once you press play?