Bored Wife in Pink Shorts Lifts Shirt to Flash Tits

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hands are under her shirt, slowly lifting it, and your breath catches. Her big, natural tits spill out, nipples hardening. Your pulse quickens, hand twitching. She cups her left breast with one hand, eye contact never breaking. Your ache grows, a slow build. She turns slightly, shirt still up, and your rhythm quickens. Her fingers spread over her right breast now. You're hard, stroking yourself. She pushes her tits up with both hands, and you edge closer. Her shirt slips down some, but you still see plenty. Your breathing gets heavier. She plays with her hair now, then leans to the side more. Her shirt slips further down, but she doesn't cover up. You're almost there, can feel it building.

She rests a hand on her breast again, looks right at you. Your hand moves faster, you're so close. She lifts her shirt once more with one hand, adjusts her hair with the other. You can't hold on much longer.

She's still looking at you, shirt up, as it ends.