Three Days Since My Last Ride on His Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She takes her time, slowly adjusting her position, touching herself, making you wait. Her blonde hair cascades down her back, her big tits swaying with each move. You can't help but imagine what it would be like to touch them, to feel their weight in your hands.

Her man appears beneath her, his dark hair a contrast to her light skin. She straddles him, her hands on his chest for balance. He moves his arms occasionally, reaching up to touch her breast at one point. The pace is slow and steady, the rhythmic motion of her hips driving you crazy. You can feel your pulse racing, your breath catching in your throat as you watch. Your hand moves on its own, stroking yourself as you try to edge it out, make it last.

But she's too much. You're hard, aching for release. Her eyes lock onto yours, daring you to keep going. You feel like you're right there with them, like you could reach out and touch her at any moment. The tension builds and builds until you can't take it anymore. You need to see more, to feel more. Your hand moves faster, your rhythm matching hers as you imagine what it would be like to be in his place.