Thirty Days Sober and This Slut Still Wants Your Cum

She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Her eyes lock onto yours, never wavering, as she teases you with every move. Her hand drifts up, her fingers tracing her lips, and you can't help but imagine the heat of her mouth. She knows the effect she has on you, and she's savoring every moment. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, her small tits pressing against her top. You feel yourself getting hard, your pulse racing with anticipation.

The tension builds, your breath catching in your throat as you wait for the moment she'll take you in. But even without it, the anticipation is almost unbearable. She maintains eye contact, her gaze burning into yours, as she shifts slightly. The soft fabric of her top rustles against her skin, and you're desperate to see more. Your hand instinctively reaches down, your strokes becoming more urgent as you edge closer to release.

You're so turned on now, your ache throbbing with every beat of your heart. You feel yourself leaking, the wetness spreading through your underwear as you strain against the fabric. Your breathing quickens, your rhythm becoming more frantic as you imagine the feel of her lips wrapped around you. And still, she looks at you, her eyes never leaving yours as she teases you mercilessly. How long will you last under her intense gaze? There's only one way to find out...