She talks while jerking me off

📖 Its story

Lana sits cross-legged on the living room rug, wearing a tiny blue ribbed cardigan that barely contains her ample breasts. Her playful gaze and innocent smile belie the erotic intent of her hands. She grips my hard member firmly, her slender fingers sliding against me with expert precision. She keeps up a soft conversation, her voice contrasting with the rhythmic motion of her hand stroking my length. The friction builds as she tightens her grip, her eyes locked onto mine with absolute focus. With every expert stroke, she drives me closer to a frantic, breathless release.

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