Bored Wife Soaks gray Pants Squirting on Tub

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her gaze lingers, those parted lips a promise. She shifts slightly, her hand drifting down, and you feel it in your pulse. Her fingers tease, the fabric between them and her flesh, as she begins to rub. Slow, deliberate strokes, her face a map of pleasure and focus.

Her breath catches, her mouth opens, a moan on the edge of release. You're hard now, your hand moving of its own accord. She edges closer, her body tense, the wet patch spreading. It's all about the rhythm now, hers and yours. Every sound she makes is a stroke for you. The wet stain grows, a dark promise of what's to come.

She's lost in it now, her eyes flashing to yours, then back to her own pleasure. You can feel yourself building with her. How long will you last? She's not going to make it easy for you. Her hand moves faster, her body arching. The stain is huge now, covering her completely. She's rubbing hard, her face twisted in pleasure. What happens next?