Hubby Forces My Mouth Open and Grips My Hips

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her eyes are closed, her expression intense, as he forces her mouth wide open, pulling her cheeks apart with both hands. You can feel her discomfort, her intensity, as her tongue extends outward. His hairy arms, tattooed fingers gripping her skin, are all you need to see.

His hands grip her hips from behind, pulling her upright. Her head tilts back, lips parted, eyes half-closed. She's relaxed one moment, grimacing the next. You're hard, your pulse racing, as you imagine those hands on you. Her body shifts slightly, but she remains still, exposed. His hand moves to her chest, pressing firmly against her skin. You can't help but stroke yourself, edging closer.

Your breath catches as his hand presses harder against her chest. Your hand moves faster, your rhythm quickening. You won't last long like this. The tension builds, your ache growing. You need to see more of her, feel more of him. Your hand strokes faster, your pulse pounding in your ears. Press play now and let the heat consume you.