Three Days Without a Dick Has My Hole Throbbing

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her fingers slide in and out, slick with oil, rubbing her clit. Her hips arch, her breath hitches. Your hand moves on its own, a slow stroke. The sound of her wetness fills the air, making your mouth water.

Her blonde curls spill over her shoulders as she leans back. The dim light catches her fair skin, her curvy body. Her black leggings hug her thighs, the skeleton hands printed on them seeming to grasp at her. Your pulse quickens as she shifts her hips, her fingers moving rhythmically.

Her ass fills the frame, rounded and shiny with oil. She presses her cheeks together tightly, then parts them slightly. Your breath catches, your ache grows. How long will you last? You can almost feel the heat of her body, the slickness of her skin. Your hand strokes faster, your rhythm matching hers. She's teasing you, edging you, drawing it out. And then... nothing. Just her still form, her ass filling the frame. Waiting for you to make your move.