Slim Babe Rubs Her Wet Pussy Through Lace

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Every slow, deliberate rub through that lace, every tilt of her head, every parted lip. Her hand moves under the fabric, fingers tracing her pussy with a gentle touch that makes you ache. She keeps her eyes locked on you, daring you to look away as she teases herself. The soft material clings to her curves, hiding nothing of her wet heat.

Her breath is steady, but you can see the flush rising in her cheeks, the way her pulse beats faster at her throat. She's getting wetter by the second, and she knows it. Her strokes grow firmer, but still so slow, like she's savoring every touch. You can almost hear the soft glide of lace over slick flesh. Your hand moves of its own accord, matching her rhythm as you edge closer to release.

She's not going to give you any more than this, just her hand under lace and those piercing eyes on yours. But it's enough. It's all you need. She's wet and wanting, and she's taking you right to the edge with her. How long will you last?