Bored Blonde Wife Rubs Her Thong While Hubby Works

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her blonde hair falls around her face as she lies back, knees bent, and her hand drifts down. Her fingers trace the front of her thong, slow and deliberate. The fabric clings to her, and you can almost feel the heat of her body.

Her mouth parts slightly, and you imagine the sounds she's making. Her eyes lock onto something, you, and she doesn't look away. Her hand moves in a steady rhythm, her hips arching into her touch. The white lingerie hugs her curves, and you ache to see more.

You're getting hard just thinking about it. Your pulse is racing, your breath catching in your throat. You can't help but stroke yourself, imagining those fingers on your skin. She's not going to stop, not yet. The tension builds, and you edge closer, your hand moving faster. But she's still going, still teasing. And then...