Three Days Begging for Cocks While She Walks

She knows exactly what she're doing to you. Her curvy body sways as she walks, tight light blue shorts hugging her prominent buttocks, every step teasing you. Her long brown hair bounces with each step, drawing your gaze to her ass, and you feel your pulse racing.

Your hand instinctively moves, mirroring the rhythm of the man's strokes on the bottom half of the screen. The sound of his heavy breathing only heightens your arousal. As she turns slightly, continuing to browse the shelves, you catch a glimpse of her profile, and your breath hitches.

The man's consistent rhythm is pushing you to the edge, and you know you won't last much longer. She's walking toward the counter now, and you can feel your ache growing. The man's strokes quicken, and you're right there with him, your hand moving faster. She's reaching for something on the counter, and you're reaching your limit. The man's about to cum, and so are you. Will you edge or give in?