She Kneels on the Floor to Deepthroat My Hard Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her dark hair spills down her back as she kneels, her curvy body bent over, stockings hugging her thighs. She looks up at you, wide eyes locked on yours, and you feel a jolt. Your pulse speeds up, your breath catches.

Her mouth wraps around him, warm and wet, and she takes him deep. She strokes with her hand, slow and firm, and you feel yourself getting harder. Her eyes never leave yours, sparkling with a tease. You ache for more, your hand reaching out to stroke along with her. Your rhythm matches hers, slow and deliberate, building the heat.

Her pace picks up, faster now, and your breathing gets ragged. You're on edge, so close. Will you last? She looks up at you, her mouth full of him, and you know you're done for. Your heart pounds in your chest, your pulse throbbing in time with her strokes. You feel yourself edging closer, the ache building to a crescendo. Want to see how it ends?