Three Days Without a Cock for My Braided Slut

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Slowly, she wraps her lips around him, her braids falling down her back. Her red lingerie is a tease, the tattoo on her collarbone a promise. She sucks, her hand stroking. Her eyes never leave his. The sounds she makes, they're for you.

Her body moves slowly, her hips swaying. The nose ring catches the light, a tiny glint. She's taking her time, teasing him. Her nails, french manicured, graze his skin. He's getting harder, she can feel it. Her breath catches, she edges him closer. You're hard now too, your hand moving in rhythm with hers. Your pulse is racing, your breath catching in your throat. The ache builds, the tension grows.

You can feel it building up inside you, the need to let go. But she's not going to let up yet. She keeps sucking, her mouth and hand working together perfectly. You're on the edge now, just like him. How long will you last? She's in control here. What happens next?