Three Days Sober and Now I Suck His Hairy Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She wraps those luscious lips around him, her black hair bobbing with each stroke, her gaze locked on yours. Her hand grips the base, her fingers a gentle caress as she takes him deep, so deep, her mouth working magic.

Her eyes never leave yours, those long lashes batting slowly as she works him over. She pauses, her mouth still wrapped tight, and stares right at you, daring you to touch yourself. Her tongue darts out, tracing the head of his cock before she dives back in. Her rhythm is perfect, slow and sensual, just the way you like it.

You can feel your pulse pounding, your breath catching in your throat as you watch her work. Your hand instinctively reaches down, stroking yourself in time with her movements. You're getting harder by the second, your ache growing with each passing moment. She's teasing him now, taking him to the edge before pulling back. You know you won't last much longer. The question is, will she let him cum? There's only one way to find out...