My Slutty Wife Sucks My Cock in Blue Lace

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She's got him in her mouth, and she's moving so slowly, teasing you with every slight shift of her head. Her lips wrap around him tight, and you can feel the heat building as she takes him deeper. Her hair falls over her shoulder, framing her face as she leans forward, her mouth still locked on him. Your hand is moving on its own, stroking to the rhythm of her mouth as she sucks him off.

Her hand rests on his thigh, a gentle touch that sends shivers through you. You can feel your pulse pounding, your breath catching in your throat as she moves faster, her mouth working him over. You're getting harder by the second, your ache growing as she edges him closer and closer. You can't help but wonder how long you'll last, how long you can resist the urge to cum as she sucks him off.

She's still going, her mouth never leaving him as she works him over. You're right on the edge, your rhythm building as she sucks harder, faster. You're so close, and you know it won't take much more to send you over. She's got him right where she wants him, and she's not letting go. Your hand is moving faster now, matching her pace as you edge closer and closer to the brink.