Hey there, stroke boy… I caught you staring again. Look at me, lounging by the sparkling pool in this tiny emerald green bikini. The sun is kissing every inch of my golden skin, my long dark hair with those bright green tips cascading over my shoulders, and these big, soft tits barely held in place by thin strings. My green eyes are locked right on you through the camera, lips slightly parted like I’m already imagining your hand wrapped around your throbbing cock.

I know why you’re here. You want to jerk off for me. You want me to tell you exactly how to stroke that desperate dick while you stare at my body. Good boy. Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to make this the longest, hottest, most intense jerk off session you’ve ever had.

Get comfortable. Pull your cock out right now.

Wrap your hand around the base and give it one slow, firm stroke upward. Feel that? That’s me controlling you already. I want you to stare at my tits in this photo — the way they spill out of this green top, how the sunlight makes my skin glow. Imagine me sitting on the edge of that lounge chair, slowly pulling the strings loose so my breasts bounce free for you.

Keep stroking… nice and slow. Up and down. I want you to savor every single movement. I love knowing you’re getting harder just from looking at me. My bikini bottom is already getting wet thinking about how desperately you’re pumping for me right now.

Let’s take it even slower. I want you to edge yourself for me today. No cumming until I say so. That’s right — I own that orgasm. Every drop of pre-cum that leaks out belongs to Mila. Imagine me leaning forward in this chair, my cleavage deep and inviting, whispering in your ear: “Stroke faster for me, baby. Show me how much you love jerking off to my body.”

Picture me sliding my hand down my stomach, teasing the waistband of my bikini. I know you want to see what’s underneath. I’m smooth, tight, and already soaked just thinking about you pumping that cock faster and faster while you stare at me. Grip it tighter now. Use two hands if you need to — one on the shaft, one playing with your balls while you imagine burying your face between my thighs right here by the pool.

I’m the kind of girl who loves to tease. I’ll stand up from this lounge chair, turn around slowly, and bend over so you can see how perfect my ass looks in these tiny bikini bottoms. The strings tie at the sides — one little tug and they’d fall right off. Would you like that? Would you like to watch me strip completely naked while you frantically jerk off?

Keep that rhythm going. Long, slow strokes when I tell you to slow down. Fast, desperate pumps when I get you worked up. I want your cock aching for me. I want your balls heavy and full. I want you moaning my name out loud like the addicted little stroker you are.

Imagine me getting into the pool with you. The water is cool against my skin, but my body is burning hot. I’d press up against you, my hard nipples brushing your chest while I reach down and wrap my fingers around yours, guiding your hand up and down your shaft. “Jerk it for me,” I’d whisper, my breath hot against your neck. “Show me how bad you need to cum for Mila.”

Now speed up. Faster. Imagine me on my knees in front of you, looking up with these seductive green eyes, my tongue sliding across my lips. I want to watch you jerk off right in front of my face. I want to see your cock twitching, throbbing, leaking for me. I’d open my mouth and stick my tongue out, begging for every drop while you stroke faster and faster.

But not yet. Slow down again. Edge for me. Squeeze the head of your cock and hold it. Feel that intense pressure building? That’s exactly where I want you — right on the brink, desperate, leaking, completely under my control. This is what I live for — turning good boys into mindless jerk off addicts who can’t cum without my permission.

Let’s make this even filthier. I want you to picture me lying back on this lounge chair, legs spread wide, pulling my bikini bottom to the side so you can see how wet and pink my pussy is. I’m touching myself while I watch you jerk off. My fingers circling my clit, sliding inside, moaning your name as I get myself off to the sight of you pumping that cock like a desperate animal.

“Faster,” I’d moan. “Jerk it harder for me. I want to see those balls slapping while you stroke.” I want you to lose yourself completely. Forget everything else. The only thing that matters right now is my body and my voice in your head telling you exactly how to jerk off.

I love making you edge over and over. We’re going to do this for a long time. Every time you get close, you’re going to stop and squeeze. Then start again. I want your cock so sensitive that even the slightest touch makes you whimper. That’s how I like my boys — broken, addicted, and completely obsessed with jerking off for Mila.

Think about all the things I’d let you do if you were here with me. I’d let you titty-fuck me while I hold my breasts together for you. I’d ride you reverse cowgirl so you could watch my ass bounce while you thrust up into me. But right now? Right now you only get to jerk off. No pussy. No mouth. Just your hand and my perfect body driving you wild.

Stroke faster again. Imagine me whispering the dirtiest things in your ear: “You’re such a good little jerk off boy for me. I bet you’ve been saving this load all day just so you could explode for Mila. I want it. I want every thick rope of cum. But you have to earn it.”