Trans Slut Stroking Hard in Polka Dot Robe

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hand wraps around her hard cock, moving up and down in slow strokes. She pauses, looks right at you, her eyes locked on yours. Her mouth opens, her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. You feel your pulse racing, your breathing getting heavier. Your hand instinctively moves to your own arousal, mirroring her strokes.

Her corset is tight, pushing her tits up. The white robe slips off her shoulders as she moves, revealing more skin. She's fully focused on you, maintaining eye contact most of the time. The only sound is her soft breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric. You can feel your tension building, your ache growing with every stroke she makes. You're getting harder, wetter, your rhythm matching hers.

You know you won't last long if you keep watching this. She's teasing you, edging you closer and closer to the edge. But she's not going to let you cum... at least, not yet. She's still stroking, still looking at you with that hungry gaze. What happens next? Does she finally let herself go? Does she keep teasing you until you can't take it anymore? There's only one way to find out...