Wife Strokes My Uncut Dick Till I Cum on My Belly

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hand wraps around your hard length, stroking up and down with a rhythm that makes your pulse race. She's slow, so slow, teasing every inch of you. Your breath catches as her fingers glide over your sensitive tip, then down to the base, gripping tight before sliding back up. You can feel your ache building, your hand twitching to join hers.

Her body is a blur around her moving arm, her red shorts a flash of color against your skin. The sound of her stroking you is all you can focus on, the wet glide of her palm, the soft catch of her fingers on your ridges. You're getting harder, your pulse pounding in time with her strokes. She knows just how to touch you, how to make you edge closer and closer. Your breathing gets faster, shallower, as she picks up her pace just a little.

And then she stops, leaving you throbbing and desperate. But only for a moment, because then you feel it building, that familiar tingle at the base. You're going to cum, and she knows it too, she pulls her hand away just in time. Your release shoots out, landing hot on your belly as you groan in relief. Your hand drifts down, feeling the sticky wetness on your skin. She's still there, her hand hovering near you as if waiting to see if you're done yet. Are you?