Hubby Films Me Getting Railed Doggy on the Couch

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her brunette hair spills down her back as she arches forward, glasses slipping, those blonde highlights catching the light. Her thick, tan body undulates under him, large breasts swaying with each thrust. You feel your hand moving on its own, tracing the curve of her ass in your mind.

Her face is a picture of ecstasy, mouth open, eyes wide or closed, tongue out. She's vocalizing, reacting to every thrust, every grip of his hands on her hips or lower back. You can almost hear her, feel your pulse quicken in response. Your breathing hitches as you imagine yourself in his place, behind her, inside her. How long will you last with her like this? The thought sends a shiver through you.

She looks up at the camera, mouth open, as he momentarily withdraws. For a moment, it's just her and you. Then he's back, and she's lost in the sensation again. You can't look away, can't help but stroke along with him. What happens next?