Fingers wrapped tight around the shaft, the brunette strokes with slow, deliberate pressure, her knuckles whitening with each pull. Dark hair spills across the surface as she leans in, lips parted just enough to catch her breath—her grip never wavers, even as the cock twitches in her hands. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip, catching the low light as she works it with practiced ease. Every stroke pulls the skin taut, her thighs pressing together as if she’s fighting the urge to do more. The air hums with the sound of skin sliding against skin, her focus absolute, her technique leaving nothing to chance.