My wife pleasuring herself

I caught my wife pleasuring herself in the bathroom, her fingers dancing over her soft folds. The sight was enticing, and I couldn't resist joining her. We shared a knowing glance, a silent agreement that we were about to indulge in our deepest desires. As I approached, she parted her legs, inviting me in. I took the opportunity to explore her wetness, my tongue diving into her depths. The taste was intoxicating, driving me wild with desire. Soon, I found myself inside her, our bodies moving in rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through us, our moans echoing in the bathroom. The sight of her climaxing, her body convulsing around me, was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I couldn't hold back any longer, releasing my own climax within her. The bathroom mirror reflected our spent, satisfied expressions, a testament to our shared passion. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a memory we cherished for years to come.