She teases you some more.

Casting you a sultry glance from those perfect blue eyes, Trish turns away from you, checking the door is firmly locked;

"Let's see how long you can keep yourself restrained with some visual stimulation to contend with..." Still facing the door, she slowly begins to remove her pullover seductively. Gyrating softly, she closes her eyes and begins to give you a slow, sensual striptease.

You try and focus on anything other than Trish, as you try and keep yourself from blowing your load, but you can't help it... you have to watch. She turns to face you, pullover now on the floor, as she runs her hands up her stomach and across her breasts. "Mmmm" she moans softly as she returns her hands to her waist, slowly unbuttoning her blouse on the way.

You catch a glimpse of tanned flesh as her open shirt sways with the movements of her fabulous body, and pray to whatever god is up there, not to cum just yet. She fixes you with an erotic stare as she turns her back once more, pulling the open blouse down over her shoulders, revealing white lace and a toned back. Her dance becomes more heated now, as she allows the blouse to fall and reaches behind her back for the bra clasp.

Glancing over her shoulder, she flashes a smouldering grin, and unclips the bra, holding it out in her right hand, before letting it fall to the rug.

Topless now, she covers her large firm breasts with her arms and turns to face you, examining your raging hard-on with a sly look.

"How long have you wanted to take a look at my tits John?" she whispers, still swaying to the invisible music in her head;

"I bet you've dreamt about this time and again, as you stroked your... lovely big cock..." She takes in your manhood again, licking her lips...