Glasses and Satin Robe While Husband Fucks Me Doggy

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her satin robe catches the light as she moves, teasing you with glimpses of skin underneath. She's on all fours, her glasses slipping down her nose, her long brunette hair spilling over her shoulders. Behind her, he thrusts into her, his hands gripping her hips, his rhythm steady.

His face flashes in the camera briefly, but it's her you can't take your eyes off. Her expressions shift from pain to pleasure, her lip caught between her teeth. She looks right at you, daring you to keep watching. You feel your hand moving of its own accord, your pulse pounding in time with his thrusts.

She lifts her head, turns toward you, and for a moment you see him fully behind her, his torso moving in sync with hers. Text flashes on screen, a message for someone else, but it feels like it's for you. The room blurs around them, all that matters is the bed and what's happening on it. Your breath catches as she edges closer to something, but it cuts off before she gets there. What happens next? You need to know.