Three Days Without a Real Man Stretching My Tight Pussy

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hands glide through her hair, slow and deliberate, as she locks eyes with you. Every strand is a tease, every touch a promise. She turns, and that pink swimsuit hugs her curves, the black hearts taunting you. Her tattoos are a map of her body, leading you to the places she knows you want to touch.

Her back is to you now, but she knows you're still watching. She glances over her shoulder, a sly smile playing on her lips. You can't help but follow every move she makes. She faces you again, her neck and shoulder begging for your mouth. She leans in close, filling your view with her face, her chest. You can almost feel her breath on your skin.

She's so close now, her face dominating your view. You can see every detail, every curve of her lips. She smooths her hair back, the motion sensual. She looks down slightly, and you follow her gaze to the swell of her breasts. Her hand on her hip accentuates the curve of her waist. She looks back at you, a sly smile on her face. And then she bends forward, bringing her chest closer to you. Her eyes never leave yours as she teases you closer and closer...