Stroking My Erect Penis in Lace for Three Days

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. With every stroke, her eyes lock onto yours, a sly smile teasing the edges of her lips. Her hand moves with a rhythmic slowness, as if savoring each moment, each twitch of her erect cock. The lace top frames her tits perfectly, a gentle rise and fall with each breath. Her legs spread wide, inviting you in, even as her hand works tirelessly.

Her feet come up, soles toward you, a brief flash before she's back to stroking. The motion is hypnotic, drawing you in with each pass. You can almost feel the pulse of it, the ache building inside. Your hand moves on its own, matching the rhythm, the anticipation growing with each stroke. How long will you last?

She shifts, the angle changing to reveal more of her lower body. The tease is almost too much, her body responding to her touch. You're on edge, your breath coming in short gasps. Will she go over? There's only one way to find out...