Teasing You Until You Beg: My Hotwife Torment

I’m sitting here, my heart pounding as I stare at her. She’s got that look, the one that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Her blonde hair is a mess, falling over her shoulders as she leans back, one hand pulling down her black lace bra, exposing that perfect, perky tit. The other hand, oh fuck, it’s resting near her pussy, barely covered by that thong she’s got pulled to the side. I can see the pink of her lips, just a hint, enough to make my cock ache. She’s not even looking at me, her eyes down, lips slightly parted. It’s like she’s in her own world, teasing herself, teasing me. I’m her cuck, her willing slave, and she fucking loves it. The way she moves, the way she touches herself, it’s all for me. Or maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just for her, and that’s what makes it so hot. I’m here, watching, wanting, needing. Her tease is my torture, and I fucking love it.