Watch Me Pull Down My Blue Lace and Touch My Tits

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hand glides over her tits, slow, teasing, never quite revealing enough. The lace hugs her curves, a blue shadow of her body. Her nails, painted bright red, press into her skin as she squeezes.

Her eyes lock onto yours, a smile playing on her lips. She tilts her head back, arching her neck, and you can't help but stroke in time with her. Her breath catches, and you feel your pulse quicken. She's not rushing this, savoring every moment of your attention.

Her hands dance across her chest, pulling the straps down, then letting them snap back into place. She's a master of the tease, always on the edge but never quite there. You're hard now, your hand moving faster as she touches herself. She looks up at you, a broad smile spreading across her face. How long will you last?