Thirty Six Seconds of My Tongue on Your Hard Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her blonde hair falls around the hard length as she takes it deep, her lips wrapping tight, her tongue dancing. She teases, slow and deliberate, every lick a promise. Her eyes lock on yours, a sly smile playing on her lips. You feel the warmth, the gentle scrape of her nails. Your hand twitches, aching to touch her.

She pauses, a brief flash of teeth, then dives back in. Her rhythm quickens, her mouth working it hard. You feel yourself getting harder, your pulse racing. She extends her tongue, a long, wet stroke around the head. You edge closer, your breath catching. She licks the tip, slow and deliberate. Your hand moves on its own, stroking in time with her.

You're getting close, but she doesn't let up. Her mouth is relentless, sucking and licking. You feel yourself building, your muscles tensing. And then it stops, leaving you hard and wanting more. What happens next?