Day Four and My Wife Is Still Sucking My Friend

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her dark hair cascades down her back as she bends over him, her black lingerie a stark contrast to her dark skin. Tattoos on her arm catch the dim purple light of the room, teasing you with every movement. Her hands guide his cock, her head bobbing up and down in a rhythm that's making your pulse race.

Her body sways slightly with each stroke, medium-sized breasts moving under the lace of her lingerie. The man beneath her lies still, his dreadlocks spread out on the bed, his eyes closed in pure enjoyment. His muscular build and extensive tattoos are on full display, but your eyes keep drifting back to her. The way she moves, the way her long hair falls around them, the soft sounds of pleasure filling the air.

You can feel your hand reaching out, your breathing getting heavier. How long will you last watching this? She doesn't change pace, just keeps sucking him off with a hunger that's infectious. You're getting harder by the second, your rhythm matching hers. It's all about the tease, the slow build, the anticipation of what might happen next. But for now, it's just her mouth on him, and you can't look away.