Wife in Superhero Suit Rubs Her Clit Alone

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her superhero suit hugs every curve, the lace stockings a wicked tease as she reclines on the bed, her red hair ablaze in the warm light. She rubs her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, her index and middle fingers moving in a rhythm that makes your pulse quicken.

Her eyes lock onto yours, a challenge and an invitation all at once. She holds a vibrator against her inner thigh, the black cylinder a promise of things to come, but she doesn't use it... not yet. Her lips part slightly as she shifts her legs, the movement almost imperceptible but it sends a jolt through you.

Your hand is moving of its own accord, stroking in time with her fingers as she edges closer... but she never quite gets there. She just keeps rubbing, her breathing steady, her eyes never leaving yours. You can feel your own breath catching, your rhythm speeding up as you wonder how long you'll last. And then...