Wife in Sheer Lace Stroking My Hard Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her slender fingers wrap around him, her manicured nails a subtle contrast against his smooth skin. She strokes, her hand moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes your pulse quicken. Her gaze drifts, sometimes to the side, sometimes a smile plays on her lips, but her focus always returns to the task at hand.

Her left hand occasionally joins in, supporting or adjusting her position as she works him over. The sheer lace bodysuit clings to her curves, the floral pattern teasing glimpses of her skin beneath. Her laughter is infectious, and you can't help but smile along with her. But it's the moments she's intently focused that really get to you, her eyes locked on his length, her expression a picture of desire.

You can almost feel the ache building, your hand twitching with the urge to join in. She's edging him perfectly, drawing it out with each slow stroke. You wonder how long he'll last, how long you'll last watching this. The tension builds, your breath catching as she looks down at him once more. And then...