Three Days Alone and I Rub My Wet Pussy

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Every slow stroke of her fingers is for you, her eyes locking onto yours as she teases herself, her breath catching in her throat. Her body is a curve of soft flesh and sharp lines, the red thong a flash of color against her pale skin. Her hand moves with a rhythm that makes your pulse pound, your breath quicken.

Her fingers dance along her labia, never pushing inside, just tracing the edges, making her wetter with every pass. You can almost feel the heat emanating from her, the way her body responds to her touch. She arches into her hand, her breasts jutting out, nipples hardening. Her eyes never leave yours, daring you to watch, to imagine your hand in hers.

You're hard in an instant, your hand moving to match her rhythm. You're on edge before she even starts to breathe heavily, before the first moan escapes her lips. And when she does moan, low and husky, you're gone, stroking yourself to the sound of her pleasure. How long will you last? Not long at all. Press play and find out.