My Blonde Wife Jerks My Cock While I Hang Restrained

She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Her blonde hair is tied back, revealing her fair skin and pink lace lingerie as she works you over. She's slim, with medium-sized breasts that bounce slightly as she moves. Her hand grips firmly, stroking with a rhythmic motion. Occasionally, she adjusts her stance, her small tattoo visible on her left ankle.

You can't help but watch as she focuses on you, her facial expressions changing subtly. She glances up, then back down. Her grip tightens, her strokes becoming more deliberate. You feel yourself getting harder, your pulse racing, your breath catching. Your hand instinctively reaches down, but you know you won't last long like this.

The room around you fades away, leaving only the sensation of her hand on your skin. Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling beneath her lace top. You feel an intense ache growing, your rhythm building. Just as it's about to tip over the edge...