Wife Sucks Then Takes Doggy in Elevator

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her black hair's up, showing off that thick neck, and those dark skin curves are squeezed into tight pink pants. You feel the heat of her breath as she kneels, sucking deep, her hands moving slowly. The sound of her wet mouth, the way her hips move slightly as she bobs her head, it's almost too much. Your pulse quickens, your breathing gets heavier.

As she stands and turns around, giving you a sly smile, your hand instinctively reaches out. She bends over, gripping the metal handrail for support, and he thrusts into her from behind. Her hips move with his, her buttocks jiggling with each stroke. The graphic on her black hoodie is pressed against the wall as he pounds into her. You can hear the smack of their bodies meeting, the sound of her getting wetter. Your rhythm quickens, your edge approaches.

Your hand is moving faster now, mimicking the strokes inside her. You're getting close, but you want to see this through. The confined space of the elevator makes every sound more intense, every movement more intimate. She's taking it all, pushing back against him with each thrust. Your breath is ragged now, your pulse racing. How long will you last? See how it all plays out in "Wife Sucks Then Takes Doggy in Elevator".