Wife Fingers My Gaping Ass on Living Room Rug

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She slides her fingers in so slow, you can feel your pulse pounding. Her hips arch back, inviting you deeper. The sounds she makes are all for you.

Her body tenses, then relaxes, over and over. Your hand moves on its own, keeping her rhythm. You're getting harder by the second. How long will you last? She's not going to stop. Her eyes flicker toward you, daring you to watch. Every inch of her is yours.

You're on edge now. Your breath is coming fast. What will happen next? Will she go faster, deeper? The anticipation is killing you. She's in control, and she knows it. You're hers to tease, to edge, to make beg for more. And she's just getting started.

Your heart is racing. Your hand is moving faster now, matching her pace. You can feel the ache building, the pressure growing. She's not going to let up until she's ready. And when she is... oh god, when she is...