Seventy Two Hours Without a Cock in My Red Dress

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her red dress hugs every curve, teasing you with glimpses of what's underneath. She stands tall, then drops low, lifting the front of her dress and flashing you. Your pulse quickens as she turns away, exposing her round ass and thong. The sight makes your hand move involuntarily, stroking yourself through your clothes.

She pulls the thong aside, revealing her tight anus. Her hands spread her cheeks wide, inviting you to take a closer look. The view is intoxicating, making your breath catch in your throat. You can't help but imagine your hands on her, your fingers tracing her curves. Your rhythm picks up, your pulse pounding in your ears. You're getting hard, fast.

Her bent-over pose is the final tease. Her hands pull apart her buttocks, holding the thong strap aside for a clear view. Your hand moves faster, your strokes longer. You're on the edge, desperate to cum. Will you last or give in to the heat? The anticipation is almost too much to bear. Your breathing quickens, your heart racing with excitement. You're so close, so ready. What will be the final straw that sends you over?