Husband Holds Silver Haired Slut on Bathroom Counter

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her silver hair cascades down her back as she wraps her legs around him, arms tight around his neck. She tilts her head back, exposing her throat, her medium breasts pressing against his chest. He holds her close, his dark skin a sharp contrast to her light skin. Her bare feet dig into his back, her toes not pointed downward, as if she's trying to pull him in deeper.

As he lowers her onto the counter, she leans back, her hands supporting her upper body. Her legs spread slightly, inviting him in. He presses his torso against hers, his arms still around her waist. She's fully settled on the counter now, her legs bent and spread. He angles his body over hers, his face inches from her pussy.

He begins to eat her out, his tongue exploring her folds. You can feel your pulse racing, your breath catching in your throat. Your hand drifts down, stroking yourself as you watch them. You're getting harder by the second, your ache growing unbearable. You're not going to last long like this. She's moaning now, her body arching off the counter. He's going deeper, his tongue probing her entrance. You're on the edge now, your rhythm frantic. One more stroke and you'll cum all over your hand.