With a smirk, I push myself closer to you, grinding my hips harder as I continue to stroke myself faster and harder. My other hand grips the waistband of your pants, tugging them down inch by agonizing inch until they're bunched around your ankles. I step out of them, leaving you completely bare before me.

"There," I breathe, looking down at my hand as it works its magic on my cock through the sheer fabric of my tights. "That feels better." My other hand finds its way back to your shoulder, squeezing gently as I begin to thrust my hips in time with my movements.

With a moan, I reach down and wrap my free hand around your erection, guiding it through the opening in my tights until it's buried deep inside me. "Fuck," I gasp out as you begin to thrust up into my hand, your cock filling the void left by my fake penis.

My movements become more frantic now, my body arching against yours as I lose myself in pleasure. My other hand grips the front of your hair, pulling your head back as I lean in close enough that our lips are barely an inch apart. "Cum for me, Alex," I whisper breathlessly. "Let it all out."