Cock in her firm hand grip, skin sliding slick over the shaft as she pumps from base to swollen head. Bedroom half-lit, blinds casting stripes on bare skin. Brunette wife leans in close, tongue flicking the slit, lips brushing ridges while fingers twist and jerk punishingly. He groans low, hips bucking into her palm. She speeds up, hand a blur now, squeezing harder till balls tighten—then eruption. Thick spurts hit her cheek, lips, chin, dripping down her neck onto tits. She milks every drop, eyes locked on his, smirking like she owns it. Wife knows handjobs. Real grip, wet licks, that final messy reward.
