My Hotwife Bends Over for a Tease While I Watch

I’m standing here, heart pounding, watching her bend over that chair. Her skirt’s hiked up, exposing everything. She knows I’m watching, knows I’m hard just from seeing her like this. Her ass is perfect, round and firm, begging to be touched. I can almost feel the weight of her body against my palms. She’s my hotwife, my queen, and she’s putting on a show just for me. Her pussy is bare, glistening, ready for whatever comes next. I’m her cuck, her devoted servant, and I live for these moments. The tension is thick, the air electric. I’m her plaything, her toy, and she knows it. She turns her head slightly, a smirk playing on her lips. ‘Like what you see, cuck?’ she teases, knowing full well the effect she has on me. I’m putty in her hands, and she knows it. This is our game, our dance, and I’m lost in it, completely at her mercy.