Watching my wife fuck

She crawled right onto him like she owned the spot, that thick, heavy cock already standing proud between them. Her hips rolled slow at first, slick pussy lips dragging along the veined shaft, smearing her dripping mess from base to tip. The guy under her groaned while her husband sat four feet away, slouched in a chair with his jaw tight and cock bulging uselessly behind his fly. She kept her eyes on her man the whole time—smirking as she dragged her swollen clit along that hot dick, each pass wetter, noisier. Then she angled her hips and shoved back, taking the whole length in one slick slide, cunt gripping tight. The stranger’s hands clamped her ass, fingers sinking deep as she started riding, really working it, wet slaps echoing every time her cheeks hit his thighs. Her tits bounced heavy with each bounce. Every grind was deliberate, nasty, and she talked the whole time—soft, filthy little comments about how thick the cock felt splitting her open, how her husband looked watching his wife get used. She came first, shaking through it, juices running down the guy’s balls, but she didn’t stop. Just leaned forward, planted her palms on his chest, and kept fucking like she wanted every drop.