I masturbate watching his perverted little face with looks that he wants to penetrate me all over

Immersed in the pleasure of self-gratification, her eyes never leaving his face. The perverted little expressions of lust etched across his features sending waves of desire coursing through her body. She watches as he subconsciously mimics the motions of penetration, his hips thrusting in rhythm to her own. The tension builds within her, an almost unbearable ache beginning to throb between her legs. His looks penetrating deeper than any physical intrusion could, leaving her yearning for more than just her own touch. The anticipation of his eventual entry, whether physical or emotional, heightens her arousal to the point of madness. Every second spent in this intimate dance of desire brings them closer to the edge, closer to the moment where they finally give in to the irresistible pull that binds them together.