Tape off My Lips and White Cum Drips Down My Fishnets

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her eyes lock on yours, unblinking, as she peels the tape off her lips with a deliberate slowness that makes your pulse race. The moment it's gone, a thick, white stream begins its leisurely journey down her chest, tracing the contours of her large breasts and pooling in the mesh of her fishnets.

Her expression doesn't change, a neutral mask that only seems to heighten the intensity of the moment. But you can't look away from those eyes, from the way the liquid catches the light as it drips, steady and relentless. Your hand tightens around yourself, your breathing quickening as you imagine the feel of that warm liquid on your skin. Every second feels like an eternity, every drop making your ache sharper.

You're hard now, so hard it hurts, and you know you won't last much longer. She's not moving, not reacting, just letting it happen, and that's what's driving you crazy. You're stroking faster now, your rhythm matching the steady drip of the liquid. You're on edge, teetering right on the brink. And then...