Amateur teen gives handjob with long french nails – CFNM POV

**Title: The Sensual Dance of Nails and Flesh**

As I sit back and watch the video unfold, my heart races in anticipation. The scene opens with a close up shot of feminine hands, their nails long and perfectly manicured in a deep shade of crimson. The nails are not simply polished, but adorned with intricate black designs that dance across the screen. They belong to a young woman, barely legal, her face hidden from view as she focuses intently on the task at hand.

The camera pans out, revealing the subject of her attention – a hardened cock, thick and veiny, twitching in response to her skilled touch. She grips the shaft with both hands, her nails digging into the soft flesh, leaving crescent-shaped indents in their wake. Her fingers are a blur of motion, sliding up and down the length of his member, applying just the right amount of pressure to elicit a gasp of pleasure from the unseen man.

She leans in closer, her breath hot against his sensitive skin as she sweeps her tongue across the tip of his cock. She circles the head with her tongue, tracing the ridge that separates it from the shaft. Her mouth hovers above him, her lips parted in a sultry invitation. She continues her handjob, her strokes becoming faster, more urgent. Her long nails scrape against his balls, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his body.

*SLIDE 1:*
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The tempo of the bagpipes quickens, matching the growing intensity of the scene. The music swells, the drones and chanters blending together in a sensual crescendo. The woman’s fingers fly across his cock, the tip of his shaft glistening with her saliva. Her nails dig into the root of his member, massaging the sensitive glands beneath the skin. A bead of pre-cum forms at the slit, her head dipping down to lap it up with the tip of her tongue.

*SLIDE 2:*
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The camera zooms in on her face, her eyes half-lidded with lust, her lips curled into a wicked grin. She leans back, her hands never losing their rhythm on his cock. She spreads her legs, subtly rubbing her thighs together, the dampness of her arousal evident on her cotton panties. She uses her thumb to tease the underside of his shaft, tracing the thick vein that runs along its length. Her other hand reaches down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.

*SLIDE 3:*
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The music shifts, the bagpipes taking on a more melancholy tone. The woman’s strokes slow, the tension building as she brings the man to the brink of orgasm. Her nails rake down his shaft, leaving angry red lines in their wake. She leans forward, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. She takes him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue dancing along the underside of his cock.

*SLIDE 4:*
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The camera angle changes, giving a view of her ass as she leans forward, her miniskirt hiking up to reveal the lace trim of her panties. The bagpipes reach a fever pitch, the drones wailing in a desperate cry. Her hands pump faster, her thumb swirling around the head of his cock, smearing the pre-cum across the tip. She leans back, her hands gripping the base of his shaft, squeezing tight as she brings him to the edge of climax.

*SLIDE 5:*
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The music swells, the bagpipes’] notes rising and falling in a sensual dance. Her hands grip his shaft, her nails digging into the soft flesh of his thighs. She strokes him faster, her grip tightening as she brings him closer to the point of no return. Her lips wrap around the head of his cock, her tongue teasing the slit, coaxing out the final drops of his climax.

*END SLIDE:*
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The woman leans back, a satisfied smile on her face as she watches the final spurts of his orgasm paint her breasts and face. The music comes to a halt, the bagpipes falling silent as the scene fades to black, leaving only the soft sound of their ragged breaths.

As the video comes to an end, I sit back in my chair, my mind reeling from the intensity of the encounter. The woman’s long, pointed nails had been a constant presence throughout the scene, leaving their mark on the man’s sensitive flesh. They had been a tool of both pleasure and pain, their sharp edges adding an element of danger to the act of fellatio.

But it had been more than just the physical sensation of her nails against his skin. There had been something erotic about the way she had wielded them, using them like an extension of her sexuality. Her nails had been a symbol of her power, a reminder of the control she held over him as she brought him to the brink of ecstasy.

And yet, despite the intense nature of the scene, there had been a playful quality to her touch. Her eyes had sparkled with mischief as she had teased him, her smile promising delights yet to come. It had been a dance, a sensual game of give-and-take, and one that I had thoroughly enjoyed watching.

I lean forward, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as I consider writing about the experience. But as I look back at the screen, a sly smile crosses my face. Perhaps it’s best to let this one remain a secret, a private indulgence to be enjoyed in the quiet moments between work and sleep.

After all, some things are best left to the imagination.

The End