My Tattooed Wife Gags Hard on My Cock in Bathroom

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She takes him deep, her gag reflex triggered each time, her eyes watering, her mascara starting to run. Her dark hair falls around her pale face, her small breasts pressing against the lace of her lingerie top as she moves. The sound of her wet mouth, the way she gags and chokes, it's almost too much.

Her hands are on his thighs, feeling his muscles tense with each thrust. She looks up at you, her eyes locked on yours, a smile playing on her lips. She knows she has control here. She slows down, taking him in and out of her mouth slowly, teasingly. Her tongue flicks against the head of his cock, making him groan. You can feel your hand moving over your own skin, your pulse racing with anticipation.

She's getting more into it now, her movements faster, more desperate. Her hair is getting messy, her lipstick smudged. She's moaning around his cock, the sound vibrating through your body. You can feel yourself getting harder, your breath coming in short gasps. How long will you last once you start stroking? She looks up at you again, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She knows exactly what she's doing to you.