Slim Brunette in Blue Shirt Sucks My Dick

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her mouth is a slow, wet heaven around his cock, her tongue tracing every curve, every vein. Her hands stroke him hard and soft, teasing him to the edge. She's lost in the rhythm of her mouth and hands, her eyes closed, half-closed, her face a picture of pure, hungry focus.

Her eyes flicker up to you, lock onto yours for a brief, burning moment before she dives back in. You feel her gaze like a spark of electricity running through your body. Your hand moves on its own, stroking hard as you watch her work him over. Your breath catches in your throat as she licks the head of his cock, her tongue darting out to taste him. You're getting harder by the second, your pulse pounding in your ears.

You're on the edge already and she's just getting started. How long will you last? She's not going to let up until she's drained every last drop from him. And from you. The anticipation is killing you. Your rhythm is getting faster, your strokes harder. You can feel it building, the ache growing tighter and tighter. She's not going to stop until you explode. Will you be able to hold on? There's only one way to find out.