6 inch Heiress

Erin was stroking Dustin's cock with one hand and fondling his balls with the other as she leaned over him on the couch. Her long, wavy brown hair fell around her face as she concentrated on her task, and her breasts, barely contained in her low-cut tank top, swayed enticingly.

"You like that?" Erin asked in a sultry voice. She gave Dustin's cock a slow, firm stroke from base to tip and watched it twitch in response.

"Oh fuck yeah," Dustin moaned, his hands gripping the edges of the couch. He could feel himself getting close already, but Erin had other plans.

"God, you're so hard," she purred. "Just like I like it."

Dustin groaned at her words. Erin had an amazing way of talking dirty that always drove him wild. She knew exactly how to tease and torment him until he was begging for release.

"And you know what I love even more than your big, hard cock?" Erin continued, keeping up her slow, torturous strokes.

"What?" Dustin managed to gasp out.

Erin leaned in closer to him so that he could feel the heat of her breath on his ear. "I love teasing you," she whispered seductively. "I love getting you right to the edge and then making you wait."

Dustin let out a strangled moan at her words. It was true; Erin loved edging him almost as much as he loved being edged. She got off on the power it gave her over him, knowing that she could reduce him to a whimpering mess with just a few well-placed strokes of her hand.

And today she was in rare form. Not only was she edging him mercilessly, but she was also regaling him with stories about her ex-boyfriend's huge cock.

"Jeffery's dick was so fucking big," Erin said breathlessly. She gave Dustin's cock another firm stroke from base to tip, making pre-cum leak from the slit. "I mean, it was like nothing I've ever seen before. Nine inches long and so fucking thick."

Dustin moaned at the image her words conjured in his mind. He had always been somewhat self-conscious about his average-sized member, especially since Erin had told him all about her ex's massive equipment.

"But you know what?" Erin continued, keeping up her slow, torturous pace. "As amazing as it felt to have that big dick inside me, I think I actually prefer yours."

Dustin looked up at her in surprise. "What? But... but it's so much smaller than his," he stammered.

Erin smiled down at him as she stroked his cock with just enough pressure to keep him on edge without pushing him over. "That's exactly why I love it," she said softly. "It fits perfectly in my hand and in my mouth and in my tight little pussy. And when you finally do come for me, it feels like pure fucking bliss."

Dustin groaned at her words. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with each stroke of her hand, but he didn't want to come yet. He wanted this moment to last as long as possible.

"Please," he begged, his voice barely a whisper.

Erin grinned down at him as she tightened her grip on his cock and stroked him harder and faster. She knew exactly what he needed, even if he couldn't put it into words.

But she Erin says "but not yet" she wants to keep talking about Jeffery's cock