Thirty Hours Since a Real Man Filled My Tight Hole

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her slow fingers, her heavy breathing, it's all for you. She sits there, nude and open, her big breasts heaving as she teases herself and you. Her tattoos dance as she moves, the sword and serpent twisting across her skin. Her long pink nails brush against her wet pussy, making you ache to touch her.

Her eyes lock onto yours, daring you to edge with her. She licks her finger, the tip tracing her lips before disappearing into her mouth. The sound of her sucking is like a challenge, a tease that makes your pulse pound. Her hands spread her labia, exposing the pink inside, and you can almost smell her musk. The dildo hovers near, a promise of what could happen next.

You can't look away as she strokes herself, her body responding to every touch. Her hips arch up, inviting you in. Your hand is hardening, your breath coming faster. How long will you last? You need to see more, feel more. She's not going to let up until she's satisfied... or until you are.