Trans Slut Rides My Cock Then Strokes Me Hard

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hips rise and fall, slow, deliberate, her body tensed with each stroke. You feel your pulse racing, your breath catching with hers. Your hand twitches with the urge to join her, to feel her heat around you. You're getting hard just watching, imagining her wet flesh on yours, the ache building with every glide of her hand.

Her eyes are closed, her mouth open in a silent gasp as she works you, her torso flexing with each movement. You can almost feel her breath on your skin, making your skin prickle with anticipation. Her hand moves faster now, the strokes shorter and tighter, and you know you won't last much longer. Your edge is coming closer with every beat of her hand on you.

She's not going to stop until you cum, and she knows it. She's in control here, and you're just along for the ride. Her face is flushed now, her eyes fluttering open to look down at you with a sly smile. She knows what she's doing to you, and she loves it. You can see it in the way she moves, the way she touches you. She's teasing you now, slowing down just enough to make you ache for more. You're going to cum any second now...