Topless Slut Confesses Her Filthy Morning Routine

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her chest rises and falls, her breath catching in her throat. Her mouth opens wide, a gasp, a moan, a whisper. You feel your pulse quicken, your hand twitching.

Her dark hair spills across the pillow behind her head, framing her face. Her skin glows in the soft light, shadows dancing across her body. She shifts slightly, her shoulders moving beneath her skin. Her free hand drifts near the edge of the frame, teasing you. You imagine what she could do with that hand, how it could touch her, touch you.

You feel yourself getting harder, wetter, your breath coming faster. She looks right at you, her eyes locked on yours. You can almost hear her voice, a soft whisper in your ear. You stroke yourself, edging closer. The ache builds inside you, your rhythm quickening. You won't last much longer. She's playing with you now, drawing it out. Her face changes, a smile, a gasp, a moan. She's getting into it too, lost in the moment. You're right there with her, caught up in the heat of it all.

She's going to push you over the edge any second now. Your hand moves faster, your breath coming in short gasps. You're almost there, so close. And then...