Thirty Days Deep and I Still Crave Your Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

She leans forward, her blonde hair styled in buns, her fair skin glistening as she takes him into her mouth. Her lips wrap around his shaft, saliva pooling as she sucks and licks. Her hand strokes him in rhythm with her mouth, her eyes locking onto yours every so often, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Her red plaid top and yellow plaid skirt are a vibrant contrast to the intimate act unfolding. The thin choker around her neck adds a hint of allure. As she works him over, her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling with each stroke. Your hand finds its way to your hardness, stroking in time with hers. Your pulse races, your breath catching in your throat as you imagine those lips wrapped around you instead.

The heat builds, your ache growing with each passing moment. She pauses briefly, a slight smile on her face as she holds him in her hand. Your fingers tighten around yourself, your rhythm quickening. You won't last long like this. The only question is, will she take him all the way or leave you hanging? There's only one way to find out.