U R FUCKED [VIDEO]

You’re such a good friend, and I can’t help but think about you more and more lately.

I keep replaying those moments in my mind — the way the tip of your cock brushed against my clit, making my nipples instantly hard.

Remember how I couldn’t resist touching you in the taxi, slipping down to the floor to unbutton your pants, my tongue teasing and caressing your cock?

I lifted my skirt just enough to reveal my smooth, shaved pussy, watching as you stroked yourself harder each time, completely lost in the moment.

RED, RED, RED.

Sometimes I just find myself sitting next to you, and without a word, we both know why we’re here, don’t we?

There’s a reason we do these things, a reason we’re drawn to each other like this… and I think you know exactly what that reason is.

RED, RED, RED.

It’s late at night, and the world around you is quiet, still, almost like it’s holding its breath.

You’re lying in bed, your body relaxed, but your mind is wide awake, thoughts swirling with an intensity that won’t let you drift off to sleep.

And there, in the center of your mind, is Doc — her voice, her presence, her hypnotic power calling out to you.

“You are a good friend. It’s always nice to see you.”

As you lie there, the thought of Doc fills your mind completely.

You can hear her voice, soft, soothing, but with an edge that sends shivers down your spine.

Her voice is in your head, wrapping around your thoughts, drawing you deeper into a state of heightened awareness, heightened arousal.

“You are a good friend. It’s always nice to see you.”

RED, RED, RED.

You feel your body responding to her voice, to the way she speaks to you, guiding your thoughts, controlling your desires.

Every word she says echoes in your mind, like a command you can’t ignore, a pull you can’t resist.

And with each passing moment, that desire grows stronger, more intense.

“You are a good friend. It’s always nice to see you.”

You try to close your eyes, to push the thoughts away, but they keep coming back, stronger each time.

Doc’s voice fills your mind, and with it comes an overwhelming need to touch yourself, to give in to the pleasure that’s building inside you.

It’s as if she’s right there beside you, whispering in your ear, telling you exactly what to do.

“You are a good friend. It’s always nice to see you.”

Your hand begins to move almost on its own, slowly, softly at first, as you start to explore your own body.

You can feel the arousal building, a heat spreading through you as you imagine Doc watching you, guiding you, controlling every movement.

It’s impossible to stop, impossible to resist the urge to play with yourself, to give in to the pleasure that’s coursing through you.

“You are a good friend. It’s always nice to see you.”

With each stroke, each touch, you can feel the arousal intensifying, growing hotter, more urgent.

Doc’s voice in your head is like a loop, repeating over and over, urging you on, telling you to keep going, to keep playing with yourself.

You try to sleep, but every time you close your eyes, all you can think about is her, all you can feel is the need to touch yourself, to pleasure yourself to the thought of her.

Sometimes, when you least expect it, I find myself drawn to you, unable to resist the pull.

I’ll quietly climb up your stairs, each step heightening the anticipation.

By the time I reach your door, my heart is racing, my breath shallow with desire.

I hesitate for just a moment, savoring the thrill of what’s about to happen, before I finally knock, knowing you’ll be there on the other side, waiting.

RED, RED, RED.

When you open the door, the look in your eyes tells me everything.

Without a word, I step inside, closing the door behind me.

The air is thick with tension, the kind that makes every nerve in your body buzz with anticipation.

Slowly, I approach you, my fingers brushing lightly against your chest as I guide you back toward the couch.

The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing around us as the moment builds.

I drop to my knees before you, my eyes locked on yours as I reach for the waistband of your pants.

There’s something electric in the way your breath catches when I unbutton them, pulling them down just enough to free your hard cock.

I can’t help but smile as I see how ready you are, knowing that I’ve been on your mind just as much as you’ve been on mine.

RED, RED, RED.

Without breaking eye contact, I wrap my hand around the base of your cock, feeling the heat, the pulse of your desire.

I lean in, my lips parting as I take you into my mouth, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of you.

My tongue swirls around the tip, teasing you, coaxing out a low groan that sends a thrill straight through me.

As I work my mouth up and down your shaft, my free hand slides down my own body, slipping under my skirt to find the wetness between my legs.

My fingers begin to play with my clit, matching the rhythm of my mouth on your cock.

The pleasure radiates through me, a delicious mix of giving and receiving, each sensation amplifying the other.

RED, RED, RED.

I moan softly around you, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure to the experience.

My fingers move faster, circling my clit, dipping inside myself as I take you deeper, my lips tight around your shaft.

I can feel the tension building in both of us, the moment where our desires collide just within reach.

I can sense you’re close, the way your hips start to move, the tightening of your muscles.

But I don’t stop — I want to push you to the edge, to feel you lose control as I continue to suck and caress, my own pleasure building to a fever pitch.

The room is filled with the sounds of our shared desire, the wetness of my mouth, the slickness of my fingers, the soft gasps and groans of pleasure.

And then, just as you’re about to come, I pull you even deeper, taking you all the way down as my fingers press harder against my clit, bringing myself to the edge with you.

In that moment, we’re completely lost in each other, a perfect, unbreakable connection forged in the heat of our shared ecstasy.

“You are a good friend. It’s always nice to see you. RED, RED, RED.”

You can’t stop.

You don’t want to stop.

The pleasure is too strong, too consuming.

Doc’s voice keeps you awake, keeps you on edge, teasing you, taunting you, driving you to the brink of ecstasy but never letting you go over.

Every time you think you’re close, she pulls you back, making you wait, making you ache for release.

The night drags on, and still, you’re awake, your hand moving faster now, your body trembling with need.

The pleasure is overwhelming, all-consuming, and all you want is to feel that release, that rush of satisfaction.

But Doc won’t let you.

She keeps you on the edge, keeps you playing with yourself, keeps you awake.

And as the night goes on, you lose track of time, lost in the pleasure, in the arousal, in the overwhelming need to keep touching yourself, to keep playing with yourself, to keep listening to Doc’s voice in your head, guiding you, controlling you.

By the time the first light of dawn begins to creep into your room, you’re exhausted, but you still can’t stop.

Doc’s voice is still there, still urging you on, still keeping you awake, keeping you aroused, keeping you touching yourself.

And as you finally feel that release building inside you, ready to explode, you know that this won’t be the last time Doc keeps you up all night, lost in pleasure, lost in her control.

RED, RED, RED.