Topless Wife Touching Her Pussy in the Storefront Window

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hand is right there, resting near her pussy, fingers grazing her vulva as she sits topless in the storefront window. She's so slim, her medium-sized breasts drawing your eye, her long dark hair framing her face as she looks directly at you with a neutral expression. You can't help but wonder what she's thinking, her light skin glowing in the daylight. Every now and then, the camera pans away to show the street scene, people walking by, oblivious to what's happening right in front of them. But your focus is on her, her black high heels and nothing else. She's so calm, so collected, but you can feel the tension building.

You're getting hard just watching her, your hand instinctively reaching down to stroke yourself. Your breathing is getting faster, your pulse racing as you imagine what it would be like to be right there with her. She's not even touching herself that much, just a light graze of her fingers over her pussy, but it's enough to drive you wild. You can almost hear the sounds of the street outside, the murmur of passersby, but all you can really focus on is her. Your rhythm is getting faster, your edge getting closer. How long will you last?

You're completely under her control now, your every move dictated by what she does next. Will she touch herself more? Will she look away or keep staring right at you? The anticipation is killing you. You need to see more, to feel more. Your hand is moving faster now, your breath coming in short gasps. She's still just sitting there, looking at you with that neutral expression, but you know she knows exactly what she's doing to you. And then...