Husband Grips My Bare Ass While I Bend over

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She bends over, her white dress riding up, exposing the curve of her ass. A hand reaches in, gripping her bare cheek, fingers pressing into her flesh. Her body tenses, arching into the touch. The sound of skin on skin fills the air as his palm caresses her exposed buttock. You can feel your pulse racing, your breath catching in your throat.

Her dress is pulled up higher, revealing more of her smooth skin. She moves onto all fours, her dark hair falling around her face. The man stands behind her, his muscular torso on display as he grips her hips. His fingers dig into her hip bones, holding her in place. You can almost feel his hands on you, the pressure of his grip. Your hand moves of its own accord, stroking slowly as you watch.

The tension builds, the air thick with anticipation. You can feel yourself getting harder, your rhythm quickening. She remains bent over, her body tense and ready. He holds her hips firmly, his fingers digging deeper into her skin. The moment hangs there, suspended in time. How long will you last once you see this?