He Hoped I would let him Cum if he Fingering my Pussy. Perfect Hand Job

She was on a mission, determined to tease, to tantalize. He, her eager plaything, already knew what was coming. The brunette beauty with curves that could make a grown man weep was about to take control. Her big, luscious tits were a sight to behold, begging for attention. But she had a different plan. She wanted him to earn every inch of her, every drop of her cum.

She started with her fingers, exploring her wet, waiting pussy. He watched, mesmerized, as she brought herself to the brink of orgasm. Then, she stopped, denying him the release he craved. He looked desperate, his hands reaching out, but she was in control. She moved to the edge of the bed, her big tits swaying, and pulled his head to her pussy. He knew what she wanted. He knew what to do.

He started with her clit, his tongue flicking and circling. She moaned, her head falling back. He was good, too good. She had to stop him, had to make him beg. She pulled away, her eyes locked onto his. "No," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "You can't come yet. Not until I say so."

He looked crushed, but he nodded, understanding that this was her game. She moved to his cock, her big tits pressing against his legs. She started with a handjob, her fingers wrapping around his thick, hard shaft. She stroked, she teased, she brought him to the edge of orgasm. Then, she stopped, her hand pulling away just as he was about to cum.

She watched, amused, as he tried to regain control. She moved to the other side of the bed, her big tits bouncing. "Please," he begged. "Please let me cum."

She smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not yet," she said. She moved back to his cock, her hand wrapping around his shaft. She started to stroke again, her hand moving with practiced ease. She brought him to the edge, again, and again. Each time, she stopped, denying him the release he craved.

In the end, he was a mess. His body was covered in sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She watched him, a satisfied smile on her face. She moved to him, her big tits pressing against his chest. She whispered in his ear, "You're mine. Every inch of you is mine."

He nodded, a whimper escaping his lips. She smiled, her hand moving to his cock. She stroked once, twice, and then he was coming. His body convulsed, his cum shooting out in thick ropes. She watched, satisfied, as he collapsed, his body spent. She had won. She had made him beg, she had made him cum. And she had loved every minute of it.