Three Days Dry While I Rub My Small Tits

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her fingers graze her small tits, teasing you with every touch. She sits there, topless and bottomless except for those striped stockings, her body responding to her own caress. Her curly brown hair frames her face as she looks directly at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Her breathing quickens as she plays with herself, her skin flushing under those tattoos. She puckers her lips at you, inviting you in. Her hand drifts over her breast, her nipple hardening under her fingertips. You can feel your pulse racing, your hand twitching with the urge to join hers. She's so turned on, and it's all because of you.

She's edging herself, bringing herself right to the brink. Her mouth opens, her eyes locking onto yours through the lens. You can feel your own ache building, your rhythm quickening with hers. She's not going to let herself cum, not yet. She wants you right there with her, feeling every tease, every stroke. How long will you last once you press play? Will you be able to hold out as long as she does?