My Husband Films Me in White Socks Taking His Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Every slow thrust is a tease, a push against your limits. Her legs wrap around him, pulling him deeper, and you can't help but imagine being in his place. You picture the feel of her soft skin under you, the way her small breasts press against your chest.

Her body arches under him, her back curving off the bed as she meets each thrust. You can almost hear the rhythm of their movements, the soft sounds of their bodies meeting. Your hand moves on its own, stroking in time with them. Your pulse quickens, your breath catches in your throat. You feel yourself getting harder, wetter, with each passing moment.

The ache builds, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. You're on the edge, teetering between pleasure and release. Your rhythm quickens, your strokes growing more urgent. You're not going to last much longer. She's going to push you over the edge, and you can't wait to see it happen.