She Has Not Cum for Three Days on Her Belly

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hand wraps around her cock, long pink nails and rings a blur as she strokes, slow and steady. Her hips rise, her back arches, and her breasts jiggle with each beat. The tattoo on her lower abdomen flexes with each pulse, a rose blooming on her collarbone as she shifts upward. Her face twists in concentration, mouth open in a silent gasp. Her breath comes harder, faster, her body tensing.

Her hand moves faster now, the strokes shorter and tighter. Her hips buck, her ass lifting off the bed. She's close, so close, you can feel it building in your own body. Your hand is moving of its own accord, matching the rhythm of hers. Your pulse is pounding, your breath coming in short gasps. You're edging, teetering on the brink.

She's there now, her body shuddering as she cums. White fluid jets out onto her lower abdomen, dripping downward in slow motion. She holds herself, still pulsing, as the cum pools and runs down her stomach. Your own body is aching now, demanding release. How long will you last? Click to find out...