Three Times I Licked My Finger While Showing You My Heels

She knows exactly what she're doing to you. She lies on the bed, wearing a black lace bodysuit and matching stockings, her large breasts visible above the neckline. Her red nails gleam as she moves her hands, her dark-rimmed glasses framing her gaze.

She licks her finger, looking directly at you. Her gaze never wavers, her lips parted. She lifts one foot toward the camera, displaying the sole of her black heel. Her facial expressions remain consistent, her eyes fixed on the lens. She repeats this, each time slower, more deliberate. Her breathing becomes more pronounced, her body tense with anticipation.

Your hand moves instinctively, your pulse racing. You feel your rhythm quickening, your ache growing. She edges closer to the camera, her hands near her face or lap. Her eyes never leave yours, her lips still parted. You can feel your edge approaching, your breathing shallow. She's teasing you now, playing with you. How long will you last?