Three Days She Begged for My Fingers on Her Pussy

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her bright pink hair streaks catch the soft light, drawing your gaze down her pink fishnet top, pulled down just enough. Her pierced nipples harden as a man's tattooed hands caress her breasts, then slip lower. She smiles, looking right at you, as his fingers spread her legs, tease her vulva.

Her hips shift, her breath catches, but she doesn't look away. The pink bows on her stockings gleam as she adjusts her position, inviting you in. The man's hands move slowly, deliberately, building the ache in you. You can almost feel his fingers tracing her curves, making her wetter with every touch. Your hand is moving before you think about it, stroking in time with his fingers on her.

Her eyes never leave yours as she edges closer, her body responding to every touch. The man's hands are always there, teasing, stroking, but never rushing. You're getting harder with every moment, your breath catching in your throat. How long will you last once you press play?