My Slutty Wife Rides My Cock Hard on Our Bed

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her dark hair bounces with each slow grind, drawing your eyes to her hips, to the way she moves on him. His hands guide her, sometimes on her hips, sometimes lower, but she's in control.

Her body undulates, her medium-sized breasts swaying with the rhythm. She's lost in it, occasionally reaching up to touch her face or push back her hair, but always moving. He's beneath her, his expression relaxed, eyes often closed as he supports her, lets her set the pace. You can almost feel his hands on you instead, guiding you deeper.

You're hard just watching, your hand moving with hers. Her breath catches every now and then, a soft gasp that makes you stroke faster. You won't last long like this, not with her riding him like that. But you don't want it to end yet either. You want to see more of her, more of how she moves, how she touches herself. She leans forward slightly at one point, and for a moment you think she's going to kiss him, but she doesn't. She just keeps moving, keeps grinding against him. It's hypnotic.

You're on edge now, your pulse racing with hers. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and your breath is coming faster. You're not sure how much longer you can take this without losing control completely. But you don't want to stop yet. You want to keep watching her, keep feeling her move against you. So you'll just keep going, keep stroking and watching and feeling until you can't take it anymore.