She Could Not Stop Sucking My Hard Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her dark hair falls around you as she takes it deep, her lips wrapped tight. Her hand grips the base, moving in perfect rhythm with her mouth. You feel a tongue tracing the underside, hot breath against your skin.

Her body is a curve of flesh and shadow, a thong a thin line between her cheeks. She kneels wide, one leg bent, the other straight, giving a perfect view. Her focus is all on you, her expression intent. You can feel her eyes on you even as her mouth works its magic.

You're hard in an instant, your pulse racing. Your hand reaches out, tangling in her hair as she moves faster. You're on the edge already, your breath catching. How long will you last with her mouth on you like this? The question teases at the back of your mind as she sucks harder. She's not stopping, not slowing down. You're going to cum so hard...