Three Days She Has Not Left My Hairy Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Her tongue wraps around you, her eyes never leaving yours. She takes you deep, slow and wet, her lips stretching around your base. You feel her breath on your skin, her heat enveloping you. Your hand is reaching out, instinctively wanting to touch her hair, her face. But she's too far, just out of reach, teasing you with every movement.

She shifts, her hands closing around you, stroking you up and down. Her gaze drops to where she's touching, her eyes widening as she watches herself work you. You're getting harder by the second, your pulse racing. She knows it, can feel it in the way you throb in her hands. Her touch is gentle but firm, coaxing you closer to the edge.

She takes you back in her mouth, her tongue swirling around your tip before she sucks you deep again. You're close now, so close. Your hand is moving on its own, mimicking her strokes. You won't last much longer. The question is, will she let you come? Or will she leave you hanging, aching for more?