Teasing Husband

Afa walked over from the side, her naked body catching the club lights as she slid up behind Emily's husband. She grazed her fingers over his shoulder, teasing him slow, then dropped her hand lower, rubbing his dick through his jeans. 

The bulge was obvious, straining hard against the denim. 

"Poor husband's got so hard…" she teased, her voice dripping with mock pity as she pressed her palm against him. "Watching your wife get fucked by some stranger—must be tough." 

He shifted in the chair, his breath catching, but didn't pull away. Afa leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she traced a finger along his cheek, her tone turning seductive. "Don't hold yourself back, husband… we're all adults here," she purred, her touch light but deliberate. "No need to play shy."