Sucking My Husband in Denim Shorts on the Couch

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Slowly, her mouth takes him in, her hand gripping the base. Her body angles forward, her left hand resting on the couch for support. As she works him, her movements are steady, occasionally adjusting her grip or the angle of her head. Your hand is already moving, your breathing catching in your throat.

Her right hand moves to hold him more firmly, her head bobbing rhythmically. She pauses briefly, lifting her head slightly before resuming. Her expression is focused, her movements consistent. You can feel the ache building, your pulse racing with every bob of her head. The anticipation is almost too much to bear as you watch her work him tirelessly.

She continues the blowjob with steady motion, no signs of slowing. Your rhythm quickens, your edge getting closer with each passing moment. How long will you last? The question teases at the back of your mind as you watch her work him. Your hard length throbs in your hand, desperate for relief. The tension builds, your breath coming in short gasps. She's not stopping, not even close. What happens next?