Hubby Pulls My Hair While I Stir the Pot in Kitchen

She knows exactly what she're doing to you. Her back is to you, and that curvy figure in purple and orange is stirring the pot. Slowly. His hands are on her, gripping her hair, holding her head back. His fingers press into her skin, her thigh, her hip. She's passive, but you can feel the tension.

You can't help but imagine your hand there instead. Your pulse races as you watch him touch her, his dark skin against her brown skin. The way he holds her hair, it's rough, but she doesn't flinch. You can almost hear her breathing, feel the heat of the kitchen around them. Your hand moves on its own, stroking slowly, matching his rhythm. You're getting hard, your breathing picks up.

The air is thick with anticipation. Every touch sends a spark through you. You're edging closer, your hand moving faster. But just as it's about to tip over, he slows down again. Teasing you, teasing her. You can feel the frustration building up inside you. How long will you last? Will you be able to hold on? Press play to find out.