Black lace dress ties in back, barely covering anything. Glasses slip down her nose as she answers the phone with a smirk—husband’s voice crackles through speakers before she hangs up and goes straight for his cock. No warning. Just lips wrapping around it like she owns it. Phone propped up on the couch beside them, recording every second of her teasing handjob while legs dangle open. Fingers slide between thighs first—already wet—and when he groans into the mic, she laughs against his shaft. Ass lifts just enough to show how bad she wants it. Glasses fog up from breath and sweat by the end. Dress rides up past hips as fingers work faster, pussy glistening under couch lights.
