The room hums with raw energy, the dim light playing over Mrs. X as she lounges in the wicker chair, bare from the waist down, legs slung over the arms, leaving her completely exposed. Her cunt is a glistening sight, pink and swollen with arousal, the delicate folds parted slightly by her position, revealing the wet sheen of her inner lips. Her juices coat her, slick and clear, catching the faint light as they drip slowly down her inner thighs, pooling just beneath her on the chair. Each movement of her fingers spreads the moisture, making her skin shine, the wetness audibly clicking as she works herself with deliberate strokes.

I’m across from her, naked on my wooden chair, my hand gripping my cock, stroking in time with her rhythm. My eyes are glued to her, taking in every detail of her soaked pussy, the way her fingers slide through her juices, spreading them over her clit before dipping inside. The sight of her dripping like that, so visibly turned on, makes my breath hitch.

“You’re so wet,” I mutter, my voice rough, my hand speeding up as I watch a fresh trickle of her juices escape, sliding down toward her ass. “I can see every drop.”

She smirks, her fingers circling her clit faster, making her cunt twitch visibly, more of her slickness seeping out. “You like how messy I am for you?” Her voice is low, taunting, as she spreads her lips with two fingers, showing off the glossy pink inside, her entrance glistening with a thin, sticky film of her arousal.

“Bloody hell, yes,” I growl, my grip tightening, the heat building fast as I watch her tease herself, her juices now coating her fingers completely, making them shine as she plunges them back in. The wet, squelching sound of her fucking herself with her fingers fills the room, mixing with her sharp little gasps and the steady slap of my own hand.

Her scent is stronger now, thick and musky, a heady mix of her arousal and sweat that hits me hard, making my mouth water. Her hips tilt up slightly, giving me an even clearer view of her drenched cunt, the way her juices cling to her skin in thin, sticky strands when she pulls her fingers out. She’s trembling now, her inner thighs slick and shiny, her whole body tensed as she pushes herself closer.

“You’re gonna make me come just looking at that,” I rasp, my voice strained, my cock throbbing in my hand as I watch her pussy pulse faintly with each stroke of her fingers.

“Good,” she breathes, her eyes locking on mine, half-lidded and burning. “Watch how wet I get when I come. It’s all for you.” Her fingers move faster, pressing hard against her clit, her cunt visibly clenching as more of her juices drip out, a small, clear rivulet running down her skin. Her moan builds into a sharp cry, her hips bucking hard, and I can see her pussy spasm, a fresh gush of her slickness coating her fingers as she rides out the wave.

“Fuck, I’m there,” I grunt, my own release hitting as I watch her come undone, her drenched cunt still twitching, her juices glistening on her skin as she slows her movements, dragging her wet fingers lazily over herself. The air is thick with our heavy breathing, the sharp scent of sex, and the raw, lingering heat of what we just shared.

“Fuck!” I pant, a shaky grin tugging at my lips.

She chuckles softly, easing her legs down, her soaked thighs pressing together for a moment before she spreads them again, letting me see the aftermath, her cunt still shiny, her juices smeared everywhere.

“Told you I’d give you a show.”