Hubby Films Me Crying out While He Pulls My Hair

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her face strains as he grips her dark hair, pulling it back. She arches, her body tense, her black boots digging into the bed. Her tattoos seem to shimmer in the cool blue-purple light.

He enters her from behind, his hips moving rhythmically. Her buttocks frame the penetration, moisture glistening around the entry point. The thrusting continues, his pubic hair and lower abdomen visible. You can almost feel her heat, her wetness. Your hand moves of its own accord, your breath catching.

Her body tenses, her breathing ragged. His hips move faster now, his cock buried deep. You can't look away, your pulse racing. How long will you last? She cries out, her voice husky, desperate. He pulls her hair harder, his movements rougher. The sounds fill your ears, her moans, his grunts, the slap of flesh on flesh. You're on edge now, your ache growing. She's close, so close. And then...