My Slutty Wife Sucks My Dark Cock on Our Bed

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her mouth is moving, a slow rhythm on him, her head bobbing. You feel it in your pulse, the ache building. Her hand guides him, her fingers wrapped tight. You can almost taste the anticipation, the desire that's driving her.

Her eyes flicker closed, then open, looking up at you with a hint of a smile. She's enjoying this, the power she has over you. Her body moves with each stroke, her breasts swaying slightly under her dark green top. The dim light of the room makes her skin glow, her light skin a contrast to his darker skin. You can see the curve of her neck, the way her hair is pulled back in a bun.

You can't help but stroke along with her, feeling yourself getting harder. Your breath catches as she takes him deeper, her lips stretching around him. You're on the edge, feeling like you won't last much longer. The rhythm of her mouth is hypnotic, drawing you in. You're fully in the moment, everything else fading away except for the sensation of her mouth on him. And then...