Three Days of Her Sucking My Tattooed Forearm in That Black Dress

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her brunette hair falls around her face as she kneels on the floor, her mouth wrapping around him. The way she licks and sucks, it's like she's savoring every inch. She looks up, her eyes locked on yours, and you can feel your pulse racing.

Her tongue moves so slowly, tracing every curve, and your hand strokes faster as you watch. She's fully dressed in that black dress, but it only makes her look more erotic. The way she concentrates, her expression a mix of focus and pleasure, it's intoxicating. You're getting harder, your breath catching in your throat as she takes him deeper.

You're not going to last much longer, not with her looking up at you like that. She's teasing you, drawing this out, and it's driving you wild. The ache builds inside you, the need growing more desperate by the second. And then she looks up again, her eyes sparkling with desire...