Elizabeth let out another harsh moan when she felt him pinch her nipple, barely able to control the volume. How easy would it be to get the release she craved? One quick movement of her hips, and his cock would be buried in her. Despite the arousal that demanded more, she kept with her rhythm, rolling her hips against his. It was one thing to go along with his actions, another entirely to lead him.<br/><br/>Still, she couldn’t completely stop herself, using her hand to guide his cock so the head teased her pussy, which was soaking wet by then. Her hand slid along the shaft of his cock until it reached his balls, which she fondled slowly. It made every touch so much more intense to know that only one sound could wake her husband, could bring everything to a halt.