Stranger Feeds My Girlfriend Popsicle Before Best Ride

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She licks that popsicle so slowly, you can't help but watch. Her tongue darts out, her lips curl around it, and your hand moves on its own. You're getting hard just thinking about her in that pink-and-white bikini, bent forward by the pool. Then she's nude on a bed, her back to you, and your pulse is racing.

Her body is a tease, every curve and bend making you ache. She walks toward a door in that bikini, and you can't look away. In a car, she leans forward, her head in her hand, and you're stroking faster. She sits up in a pink crop top and white skirt, and you're edging closer. You can almost hear her breathing, almost feel her heat. The text overlays are like whispers in your ear: "He had lots of protein for me too," "best ride of my life." You're imagining what that means, what she's feeling.

She's on a bed again, nude, hands over her breasts, eyes closed. You're so close to the edge. What does she look like when she comes? What does she sound like? You need to see more, feel more. Press play and find out.