Trans Babe Stroking Hard Cock in Damp Blue Shirt on Bed

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hand is stroking, slow and steady, up and down. Her body is tense, muscles defined under her damp blue shirt. She's spread wide on the bed, cock hard between her thighs. You can't look away.

Her face is calm, but her lips move with every breath. Her left hand rests on her thigh, occasionally shifting her position. The room around her fades away, all that matters is her hand, her cock, the way she's moving. You feel your pulse racing, your breathing getting harder. Your hand wants to join hers, to feel the rhythm of her strokes.

You're getting hard just watching her. You know you won't last long if you start touching yourself. But you can't help it, the way she's moving is too much. She's not going to stop until she's satisfied, and neither are you. Every stroke makes you ache more. You can almost feel her hand on you, moving in time with yours. Your rhythm is building, getting faster and harder. You're on the edge, and she's not going to let you come down until she's done with you.