Curvy Tattooed Wife Rides While Slim Friend Sucks

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She's on top, riding slow, her hips moving in a rhythm that makes you ache. Her friend is between his legs, her mouth and hands working together in perfect sync. He's lying back, letting them take control, his hands occasionally reaching out to touch her curvy body or guide her head.

Her breasts bounce with each move, her tattoos a blur as she rides him. The other woman's dark hair bobs up and down, her small breasts pressed against his thighs. His muscular body tenses with each stroke, his eyes closed in pleasure. You can hear their breathing, the sound of flesh against flesh, the moans of pleasure.

Your hand is moving on its own, stroking to the rhythm of her hips. Your pulse is racing, your breath coming in short gasps. You're on the edge, feeling like you won't last much longer. She's taking him deeper now, her friend's mouth sucking harder. He's groaning louder, his body tensing up. What happens next?