Three Times Today and Still Needing a Real Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Every slow move, every cup and squeeze of her breasts, every lick of her finger, is for you. Her eyes lock on yours, heavy-lidded, daring you to look away. But you can't, not as she gently touches herself, the pink dildo pressed against her skin, a promise of what could be.

Her breath catches as she shifts, the bra top riding up slightly, teasing you with glimpses of more. The dildo disappears from view, but her hands don't stop moving, tracing curves and contours that make your pulse quicken. She licks her finger, the sound almost audible, and your hand twitches with the urge to replace it.

You're getting hard just watching her, imagining that dildo pressed against your skin instead. How long will you last once you press play? Will you edge along with her slow strokes, or give in and let go? The only way to find out is to see for yourself...