Cul noir, coaching masturbatoire, tourment

I bet you want cum on my ass? Touch it, feel it, that big and soft ebony pearl, thickness perfection on your face... I bet. I bet you never will reach it, You will remain in a trance, you cannot escape, you are lost in the middle of the road, but you cannot stop walking, you like to be lost, looking at my ass, thinking if what really makes your penis explode is the fact of imagining yourself reaching it, or the fact that you can never do it. Jerking off your dick for me like my fucking ass addicteted, until peel it, dry it, milking, until leaving you empty, someone that just lost his soul for this moment, to the rhythm of my voice, It will be your reward, and your punishment...