You see me, Isabella, standing before you, a fucking vision of sexual temptation, a wet dream brought to life, a fantasy made real. My body is a fucking masterpiece, designed to drive you wild, to make your cock throb with a primal, aching need. How’s your cock doing?
I start to play with my hair, running my fingers through the strands, lifting it up and letting it fall, teasing you, teasing myself. I moan softly, my eyes locked on yours, my body moving with a seductive rhythm, a dance designed to drive you crazy. I know you want to grab me, to pull me close, to kiss me, to devour me, to fuck my mouth with your tongue, with your cock. But you can’t. Not yet. Not ever. I bet your cock is harder now than it ever has been.
I slide my hands down my body, cupping my huge, perfect tits, squeezing them, my thumbs brushing over my hard nipples through the latex, my breath hitching with pleasure, with desire, with a need that’s all-consuming. I know you want to suck on them, to bite them, to mark them as yours, to fucking devour them. But you can’t. Not yet. Not ever. How’s that cock of yours?
I pinch my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, my body arching with pleasure, my moans filling the air, my eyes never leaving yours. I can see the hunger in your eyes, the desperation, the need. I fucking love it. Your cock is throbbing, begging for release. I slide one hand down my stomach, my fingers teasing the waistband of my leotard, my hips jerking slightly as I imagine your touch, as I imagine your cock pressing against me, begging for entry. I know you’re watching, I know you’re imagining it, your cock so fucking hard, it’s pulsing, it’s leaking, it’s begging for release, begging for my tight, wet pussy to engulf it, to milk it, to make it cum. How’s your cock feeling?
I slide my hand down further, rubbing my pussy through the latex, feeling the heat, the wetness, the need. My other hand joins in, both hands rubbing, teasing, driving me wild, driving you wild. I turn around, bending over slowly, giving you a fucking view of my ass, of my pussy, of my tight little hole that’s begging to be filled. I know you want to grab it, to squeeze it, to spank it, to fuck it, to claim it as yours. But you can’t. Not yet. Not ever. I bet your cock is so hard it hurts.
I slide my hand up my back, my fingers tracing the curve of my spine, my body arching, my ass pushing out, inviting you, begging you, pleading with you to take me, to fuck me, to claim me as yours. My moans fill the air, my eyes never leaving yours, my lips curled into a smirk, a promise of what’s to come, of the pleasure I can give you, of the control I have over your cock, over your desires, over your very soul. How’s that cock of yours?
I stand up, turning to face you, my body hot, my breath coming in gasps, my eyes locked on yours. I smile at you, a slow, seductive smile, a promise of what’s to come, of the pleasure I can give you, of the control I have over your cock, over your desires, over your very soul.
I run my hands down my sides, feeling the latex hug my body like a second skin. I turn around, giving you a view of my ass, my back arched, my hips swaying. I look over my shoulder at you, a smirk playing on my lips. I know you want to spank me, to mark me, to make me yours. But you can’t. Not yet. Not ever. I bet your cock is dripping with need. I turn back around, my eyes locked on yours, my hand trailing up my stomach, my fingers teasing the swell of my tits. I can see the hunger in your eyes, the raw, animalistic desire. I fucking love it. How’s that cock of yours? Is it aching for me? Is it begging for my touch?
Now, you fucking pervert, get your hand on that rock-hard cock of yours and stroke it like there’s no tomorrow. Imagine it’s my tight, wet pussy wrapped around you, squeezing you, milking you for all you’re worth. Fuck your hand like you’re fucking me, like you’re pounding my pussy, like you’re making me scream with pleasure. I want you to cum so hard that you see stars, that your vision goes white, that your body shakes with the force of it. And when you do, when you blow your fucking load, I want you to know that it’s all because of me. You’re beating off to me, to my perfect tits, to my round ass, to my hungry pussy. So get to it, you filthy fuck, and paint the fucking walls with your cum. Think of me, of my smile, of my body, of my everything. I own this orgasm, and I fucking love it. Now go, and blow your fucking load like the little bitch you are.
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