Thick Wife Riding My Hard Cock Nonstop

She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Her hips move slowly, up and down, her ass swaying with each stroke. Her hands rest on his chest, her fingers digging in slightly as she rides him. His hands grip her hips, guiding her motion, his fingers sinking into her flesh. She turns her head, making brief eye contact with you before looking away, her dark hair spilling down her back.

Her body moves steadily, the rhythm building as she takes him deeper. You can feel your pulse racing, your breath catching in your throat. Your hand moves on its own, stroking in time with her hips. You're getting harder by the second, your ache growing more insistent. She's taking her time, drawing it out, making you wait. And you know you won't last long once you see more of this.

She leans forward slightly, her breasts brushing against his chest. Her hips move faster now, the motion more urgent. You can feel your own rhythm quickening, your strokes becoming more frantic. She's getting close, you can tell by the way she's moving. And you're right there with her, feeling like you're going to explode at any moment. But she's not done yet, not by a long shot.