Three Days Alone so I Spread My Ass and Rub

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hands, so slowly, spread her cheeks wide. Every curve of her body is yours, soft shadows dancing across her skin. Her breath, a slow tease, as she tilts her hips, exposing herself fully. Your pulse quickens with every slight movement.

Your hand finds its own rhythm, matching the slow strokes of her fingers over her labia, her mons. The way she cups and squeezes her breasts, nipples hardening, is almost too much. You can feel the ache building, your breathing getting heavier. How long will you last, watching her touch herself like this? The way she rotates toward you, one hand resting on her hip, is a challenge.

She's still holding her breasts when it ends, leaving you on edge, desperate for more. The image lingers, the soft shadows on her curves, the bright orange of her nails against her pale skin. She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Press play.