My Wife Kneels to Suck My Hard Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hands are already on him, tracing his thighs, feeling his heat through the fabric. She looks up at him, her dark eyes locked on his face as she pulls down his underwear, revealing his hard cock. The way she gasps slightly as it springs free makes you ache. She wraps her lips around him, her tongue swirling, and her hands grip his hips tightly. Her dress hikes up a little as she kneels on the cushion, showing just a hint of her thighs. Every movement is slow and sensual, like she's savoring every inch of him.

You can almost feel the tension building as she takes him deeper, her breathing changing. He places a hand gently on the back of her head, guiding her but not pushing. The way she moans softly has you stroking yourself, trying to pace with her rhythm. Your pulse is racing, and your breath hitches with every sound she makes. She adjusts her grip, taking him in again, and you can't help but edge closer with her every move.

Your hand moves faster as you imagine the heat of her mouth, the way her tongue dances around him. She's completely focused on him, her body swaying slightly as she sucks. You're hard and throbbing now, your rhythm matching hers stroke for stroke. You're not going to last much longer, watching her worship him like this. The way he gently guides her head has you groaning, imagining those hands on you instead. Just as it's getting too much to bear...