Husband at Work so I Spread My Pussy on the Couch

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Slowly stripping down, each piece of clothing falling away with agonizing slowness. Her white crop top clings to her slim body, then it's gone too. All that's left are those high heels, digging into the couch cushions as she kneels, her back to you. Her long black hair cascades down her back, framing the curve of her ass perfectly. You can't help but stroke yourself as she shifts slightly, the movement making her buttocks jiggle. The ache in your groin grows as she turns, spreading her legs wide apart on the couch.

Her vulva is right there, exposed and inviting. You can almost smell her scent as she leans forward, her upper body resting on the cushions. Her head turns to the side, looking back at you with a sly smile. You feel your pulse racing, your breath catching in your throat. Your hand moves faster over yourself, but you try to slow down, savor this moment. She's not going anywhere; she's going to stay right there, spread open for you. But how long can you last like this? The tension builds, your rhythm quickening.

Your hand is moving faster now, your grip tightening. You're on the edge, but you don't want it to end yet. She looks so good like this, so open and available. But you know it's only a matter of time before you can't hold back anymore. The thought sends a shiver through you, your body trembling with anticipation. And then...