She Said She Needs It Deep While I Hold Her Legs up

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her legs are up, held high by his firm hands, and he's taking her deep, every thrust a slow tease. Her dark hair spills over the couch, her light skin glowing as she arches back, her medium breasts swaying with each stroke. His masked face is set in a fierce expression, his dark hair mussed, his slim body tense with desire.

His grip on her legs tightens as he speeds up, his hips pounding against hers. She gasps, her breath catching as he hits just the right spot. Her stockings are a dark flash against her pale skin as he lifts her higher, his cock disappearing into her wet pussy. She's getting closer, her moans rising to a crescendo as he takes her from behind, his hands grasping her hips now.

Your hand is moving of its own accord, stroking in time with his thrusts. Your pulse is racing, your breath coming in short gasps. You can feel your rhythm building, your ache growing. She's on the edge now, her body trembling as he pounds into her. How long will you last once you see her come?