Bored Wife Pulls Green Crop Top Straps Down

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Every touch, every lift of that green crop top, is for your eyes. Her hands move so slowly, tracing the fabric over her curves, making you ache to fill the space between. She tilts her head, smiling right at you, her blonde hair spilling down. Her fingers dance across her skin, raising goosebumps as she pulls the straps down one by one.

Your hand tightens around yourself as she exposes her shoulders, her chest heaving with each breath. The fabric clings to her, teasing you with glimpses of what's underneath. She shifts, and for a moment, you're sure you'll see more, but she just holds the top against herself, taunting you. Your pulse races as she lifts it back up, only to pull it down again, leaving you on edge.

Your breathing quickens with hers as she adjusts the straps one last time. She gives you a final glance before pulling the right strap down once more. Your rhythm falters, caught between relief and frustration. She's not going to give you what you want... not yet. The tease is all you get for now.