The Sweetest Cocktease

She moves like she owns your pulse. One zipper at a time, the dress slides down until all that’s left is skin and attitude. Her hand finds you—slow, deliberate, nails tracing the vein until your cock jumps. She smiles at that. Likes knowing she’s the reason you’re already leaking. Then she leans in, lips parting, and takes you to the back of her throat in one slick motion. No hesitation. Just warm, wet heat and the low sound of her swallowing around you. She pulls off with a wet pop, letting spit string between her bottom lip and your head. Her tits press in next, soft weight dragging over the shaft while her bare soles rest on your thighs, toes curling like she’s testing your restraint. You feel every flex. Every deliberate brush. She watches your face, learns the tells, backs off right when you start to crest. Her pussy slides down next—tight, wet, gripping. She rides you slow, hips rolling, keeping you right on the edge while her feet stay in view, soles flexing with every thrust. You’re throbbing inside her, balls drawn tight, and she still won’t let you finish. She pulls off, drops to her knees again, and wraps those lips around you one last time. This time she doesn’t stop. She keeps you there, throat working, until your whole body locks up and you finally give her what she’s been edging for.