Three Days of Fucking My Wife Doggy Style on the Couch

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She arches her back, fishnets clinging to her curves, and you feel your pulse quicken. Her dark hair spills over the couch as she leans forward, inviting him deeper. He takes it slow, his hands on her hips guiding the rhythm, his eyes fixed on her ass.

His steady thrusts make her gasp, her breath catching in her throat. You can almost hear the wet slap of their bodies coming together. Your hand tightens, your grip firm as you imagine yourself in his place. She's getting wetter, her sounds growing louder, more desperate. You're hard now, your rhythm matching theirs as you stroke yourself.

You won't last long like this. The way she's moving, the way he's fucking her... it's too much. You're on edge, your breath coming in short gasps. She's close too, her body tensing, her cries growing louder. But just as she's about to tip over...