Santa Hat Slut Sucks Her Husband's Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her lips wrap around him, her tongue flicks over the tip, and she takes him deep, her head bobbing in a slow rhythm. She looks up at you, her eyes locked on yours behind those black glasses, and sucks harder, her cheeks hollowing. Her left hand grips the base of his cock, moving in time with her mouth.

Her Santa hat stays perfectly in place as she works him over, the red matching the flush rising on her skin. The gold earrings swing with each movement, catching the light. Her breath hitches as she takes him deeper, her eyes never leaving yours. You can feel your pulse pounding in your fingertips as your hand drifts lower.

You're getting hard just watching her, feeling like you're the one she's sucking off. Your hand strokes in time with hers, your breath coming faster. You can feel the ache building, your rhythm quickening. She's not going to stop until you cum, and she knows it. She looks up at you again, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and takes him all the way to the back of her throat. Your strokes falter as you feel yourself start to edge. How long will you last?