Begging to Be Filmed While I Deepthroat My Husband

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her dark hair falls around her face as she takes him deep, the rhythm steady and slow. Her hand on his thigh, her head bobbing up and down, the only sound her soft breathing. You can feel your pulse quickening, your hand twitching to join in.

Her white top strains over her small breasts as she leans over him, her black hair tie a stark contrast on her wrist. His hand occasionally rests on her head or shoulder, guiding her gently. The dim light of the room casts shadows on her face, accentuating every curve and contour. You can almost taste the anticipation building in your mouth.

As she continues to work him over, you can feel your own ache growing, your breath coming in shorter gasps. How long will you last once you start? She's not slowing down, her pace steady and relentless. Your hand is moving of its own accord now, stroking in time with her head. It's only a matter of time...