Three Days of Waiting for This Blonde to Suck

She knows exactly what she're doing to you. Her blonde hair cascades down her back as she arches it, her hips raised high. You can't help but ache as his hand grazes her bare buttocks, his fingers tracing the curve of her lower back.

Every touch makes your pulse quicken, your breath catch. Your hand moves in time with his, stroking harder, faster with each caress. As she lowers herself onto his lap, you feel your rhythm building, your edge approaching. Her lips wrap around him, her tongue dancing across his shaft. You're on the verge of tipping over, but she's just getting started.

Her mouth moves in perfect sync with your strokes, each one pushing you closer to the edge. You know you won't last long, not with her like this. Your pulse is racing, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, everything stops.