Hubby Films Me Getting Eaten on the Piano Bench

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her dress slips up, her legs part, and she's open for him, exposed and eager. He dives in, his tongue tracing her folds, making her whimper, making her moan. Her eyes close, her head tilts back against the piano, and she's lost in it. Her hands find his head, his shoulders, guiding him deeper. You can feel her pleasure building, her body tensing, relaxing, tensing again.

Her nails are dark purple as she digs them into his skin. She's quivering now, her moans louder, more urgent. He licks harder, faster, and she's on the edge. You're on the edge with her, your hand moving faster, your breath catching in your throat. You won't last much longer. She's gazing at you now, her eyes locked on yours, daring you to keep going.

She's so wet, so hard, so close. He's relentless, his tongue never stopping. She's going to cum, you're going to cum. It's all building to this moment. And then...