Three Days Since My Ass Was Stretched by a Real Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She sits on his lap, her back to the camera, a white lace garment hugging her hips and ass. His hands grip her, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into her flesh. You feel your pulse quicken as he adjusts her position, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Her body responds, her weight shifting, her arm reaching out to the balcony door frame. His hand moves up, gripping her ponytail, pulling it gently back. You can't help but imagine the sensation, the gentle tug on her hair. His fingers slip into her anus, and you feel your breath catch, your hand instinctively moving to your own body. The heat between them is palpable, their bodies moving in sync.

The natural daylight from the balcony casts a warm glow over them. You can almost feel the warmth emanating from their skin. The intimacy is overwhelming, the focus solely on their physical connection. Your body responds to the erotic display, your pulse racing with anticipation. How long will you last? The moment stretches out, teasing you with the promise of more. Your hand moves of its own accord, stroking in time with their movements. The tension builds, your body aching for release.