Three Days Since I Let My Wife Ride Me on the Balcony

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her blonde hair is tied back, her breasts are bouncing with each movement, and her ass is perfectly framed as she rides. You can't help but stare at her natural beauty, her fair skin glistening in the daylight. Her hands are stroking slowly, teasing, making you harder with each passing moment.

Her breasts press against your thighs, and you feel a surge of pleasure. She smiles at you, knowing exactly what she's doing. Then she shifts, straddling and lowering herself. Her back arches, her buttocks bounce gently as she rides. You can't help but touch her, feel her rhythm. Your hand strokes her skin, feeling her wetness, her heat. Your pulse quickens, your breath catches in your throat.

You're on the edge, feeling yourself get harder and harder. She's in control, moving slowly, teasing you. You know you won't last much longer. She's got you right where she wants you. Your hand moves faster, matching her rhythm. You're so close... and then...