Wife in white thong threw me on the floor and rode me with desire

The feeling of my wife's soft skin pressing against me ignited a flame deep within. Her lingerie accentuated every curve, teasing and tempting me. As she straddled me, her eyes blazed with lust, and I could feel her heart racing against my chest. She lowered herself slowly, taking me deeper into her heat with each thrust. Her body moved in perfect sync with the rhythm of our desire, her breaths growing shorter and more labored. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer as she rode me, their small of her back arching in pure passion. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, echoing our primal need. This was a dance of love and lust, a sacred exchange that left us both trembling with anticipation.