Fucking My Tattooed Wife Hard on Our Bed

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her body is bent over, her curvy ass in the air, her thick thighs spread wide. Her long hair spills down her back, framing the tattoos that dance across her skin as she moves. The butterfly on her upper spine seems to flutter with each thrust, the other tattoos a blur as she arches and flexes. Her breasts swing free, large and full, bouncing with each impact. Her skin is light, almost glowing in the dim light of the room.

Her hips are in your hands, your fingers digging deep into her flesh as you pull her back onto you. Her ass cheeks are firm, jiggling with each thrust, and you can't resist the urge to squeeze them tight. Your hands roam over her body, tracing the curves of her back, the swell of her buttocks. You press down on her lower back, feeling her arch into your touch, her pussy tightening around you. You're thrusting into her hard and fast now, your rhythm building as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

You're not going to last much longer like this. She's too hot, too tight, too perfect. Your hand is moving faster now, your strokes getting harder and more urgent. You can feel yourself building toward a climax, your pulse pounding in your ears. And then...