Three Times Today and Still Begging for His Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She's bent forward, her big ass raised high in the air, those black bottoms pulled down just enough to tease. Her thick body is a feast, that star tattoo on her left cheek making you want to touch. You can almost feel the softness of her skin, the curve of her hips under your hands.

As he grips her hip, his thrusts are steady and deep. You can feel the ache building, your hand moving on its own. The rhythm is hypnotic, drawing you in with every stroke. Your breath catches, your pulse racing with anticipation. You're getting hard now, straining against your clothes. You won't last long like this. The tension builds, the heat of the moment taking over. She's still begging for his cock, and you can't help but wonder what she'd do to you.

The thought sends a shiver down your spine. You imagine her hands on you, her mouth whispering in your ear. Your strokes get faster, your breath coming in short gasps. You're on the edge now, teetering on the brink of release. But you need more. You need to see it all, to feel like you're right there with them. The ache is unbearable, the anticipation killing you. You have to know what happens next.