She Said She Would Suck Me Dry and She Did

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She kneels, her long black hair spilling down her back, framing her tattoo. Her fake eyelashes bat at you as she takes it in her mouth. Slowly, she moves up and down, her hand gripping the shaft, her nails gleaming with light polish.

Her eyes lock onto yours, holding your gaze as she sucks. Her mouth opens wide around it, her lips glistening. She pulls back slightly, her tongue extended toward the tip, teasing. You can feel your pulse pounding in your veins, your breath catching in your throat. Your hand instinctively reaches down, stroking in time with her rhythm.

Your ache builds, your rhythm quickening. She looks up at you again, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. How long will you last? Will you edge just a little longer, or let go now? The choice is yours... for now. Her eyes never leave yours, her gaze burning into you as she takes you deeper. Your heart races faster with each stroke. You feel yourself getting harder, wetter, ready to tip over the edge. Just a little more...