She Fingers Her Wet Pussy While I Rub My Cock on Her

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She takes her time, fingers tracing every curve of her wet pussy, spreading herself open for you. Her pink nails catch the light as she strokes her clit, her labia, every sensitive spot. You feel your pulse spike as she works herself up, her body responding to every touch.

Her rhythm is deliberate, teasing, drawing out every moment of pleasure. You can almost smell the lubricant on her skin, on his cock as he presses it against her. The way he rubs it along her slit, not entering but just grazing, must be driving her wild. You can see it in the way she moves, the way her mouth falls open and her eyes close in bliss. You ache to be him, to feel her heat and moisture against your skin.

She's so wet, so ready, and he's holding back just enough to make it unbearable. For both of them, for you. You can feel your hand moving of its own accord, matching the rhythm of her fingers as she edges closer and closer. How long will you last once you press play?