Two Days Since I Let My Friend Buzz Her Clit

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hand moves so slowly, the purple vibrator almost teasing, hovering over her friend's swollen clit. Every twitch, every shift of her weight makes you ache. The room around them melts away, leaving only the sound of her breathing, the gentle hum of the toy, and your own ragged pulse.

Her dark hair spills over her shoulders as she leans in, her focus entirely on the woman beneath her. The man stands frozen behind, his hands gripping her hips, but your eyes are on her, on the way she adjusts the vibrator with such deliberate care. Her grip tightens, her fingers curling around it as she presses it harder against her friend's slick flesh. You can feel your own hand moving, stroking in time with the vibrations, your breath catching in your throat.

How long will you last? The tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter as she edges her friend closer and closer. But just when you think it's all going to unravel, everything stays right there, frozen on the brink. And that's where it ends, leaving you with nothing but the echo of that humming vibrator and the desperate need to see more...