Push you onto your back giving you a handjob

Her hand snakes into your trousers, her cold fingers wrapping around your hardened shaft. You gasp as she begins to stroke you, her movements deliberate and precise. Minthara straddles your waist, her slick pussy hovering just out of reach. She pumps your cock with a rhythm that mirrors the beating of your heart, her eyes never leaving yours.

Her fist full of your cock. She's the one in control. She uses your own arousal as leverage, her hand moving up and down with a rhythm that promises to drive you to the brink of madness. You watch her face, a masquerade of desire and dominance, as she squeezes and twists with her hand, her eyes holding yours captive. Her mouth inches away from your cock.

"You want to fuck my face." She said. "Just buck your hips." She toying with you. You could feel the tension coiling in your stomach, the heat building in your cock. The battle of wills had shifted to a battle of lust, and you were her willing captive.

You don't thrust forward allowing her to lead. Her smug smile widens, and she leans in closer, her breath hot and sweet against your ear. "Very good," she whispers, her hand increasing its tempo, "but I know you want more. You want to fill my mouth with your seed, don't you... Or do you want this."

Her pussy slides down around your cockhead. You feel the warm, wet pressure and your body responds instinctively, pushing upward to meet her. Minthara chuckles darkly, enjoying your desperation. "Ah, so eager," she murmurs, her voice like velvet in the candlelit gloom.

You take in her eyes, her face, and the way her body moves in the flickering candlelight as she continues to grind against your cock. Her breasts bounce gently with every movement, taunting you as they hover just out of reach. The tension in the air is palpable as she move slowly around your cock.

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