"Why is he still not coming?" Rachel wondered, a tiny crease forming between her perfectly sculpted eyebrows.
She glanced at the clock on the wall and realized she'd been at it for over three minutes.
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Three minutes and seventeen seconds later of dedicated, rhythmic motion, her hand gliding expertly up and down Ross's impressive, thick cock.
She was practically a virtuoso at this point, years of experience had honed her technique to a fine art.
"My soft hands and expert technique usually do the trick faster and any other man would have already come by now," she thought to herself, a flicker of doubt marred the playful confidence in her eyes earlier.
"Is he made of stone down there or what?" She mused inside.
A minute later, as the minutes continued to tick. She shifted her focus and decided to make it even better for Ross.
