Beret tease: I stroke him needy in the mirror

I slipped into this purple lace after our dinner date, feeling that ache build as I watched you in the mirror's reflection. Now, alone but craving you, I perch on the bench, my fishnets hugging my thighs tight, beret tilted just so. My hands wrap around your thick cock, stroking slow at first, lips parting as I lean in closer, needy whimpers escaping while my big tits sway free. The way it throbs under my red nails makes me drip into my panties—I pump faster, eyes locked on our reflection, imagining your cum splashing my smiling face. I need it now, owned by this hunger, working you until you burst for me.