Face-Sitting

Claire locked the phone screen for a second, set it on the nightstand within easy reach, and swung a leg over Phil’s chest. She didn’t ask. She simply crawled higher until her knees bracketed his ears and her bare, already-wet cunt hovered right above his mouth.

“Tongue out.”

Phil obeyed instantly. Claire lowered herself onto his face in one smooth motion, grinding her pussy across his open mouth and nose. A soft, satisfied sigh left her as his tongue pushed inside.

She reached back blindly, found his leaking cock, and wrapped her fingers around it again - same slow, cruel stroke she’d been using all week. No mercy. Just enough to keep him throbbing and desperate while she used his mouth.

With her free hand she grabbed the phone, unlocked it, and went right back to the app. The glow lit her face as she scrolled one-handed, still rolling her hips so Phil’s tongue had no choice but to stay buried in her.

“Mmm… this one’s replying,” she murmured, reading while she rode his face. “He’s asking if I want him to film it for you. I told him yes. I want you to have a video of your wife’s cunt stretched around black cock so you can watch it whenever I edge you after.”

Phil groaned into her. The vibration made Claire’s thighs tighten. She rewarded him with a slightly faster grind, smearing herself over his tongue and chin, but her fist on his cock stayed maddeningly slow.

She typed another reply, hips never stopping.

“He wants to know if I’ll come straight home to you afterward or if I’m allowed to stay and go another round. What do you think, Phil? Should I let him fill me twice before I bring it back to you?”

Phil’s answer was muffled and desperate against her cunt. Claire only smiled and kept scrolling, occasionally tilting the phone down so he could catch a glimpse of whatever explicit photo she was currently examining while she sat on his face.

Her strokes on his cock remained perfectly controlled - tight on the upstroke, loose on the down, thumb swiping the head just enough to make him twitch and leak. Every time his hips jerked she squeezed the base and stopped completely until he settled again.

“You’re doing so well,” she said softly, grinding in slow circles now so his tongue dragged over her clit. “Eating your wife’s pussy while she picks out the black cock she’s going to fuck. Stay right there. I’m not finished looking.”

Claire opened another conversation, read a particularly graphic message out loud, and pressed down harder on Phil’s mouth as she did, making sure he tasted how wet the whole thing was making her.

She was in no rush. She had all night to browse, to message, and to keep her husband exactly where she wanted him - face buried, cock denied, and fully aware of what was coming.