Caty, my wife, is a master of her craft. Her full, pouty lips wrap around my throbbing member, taking me deep into her warm, wet mouth. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with desire, as she swirls her tongue around my sensitive tip. Her rhythm is perfect, her enthusiasm infectious. She moans softly, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me. Caty's skill is such that she can bring me to the brink and back, teasing me mercilessly. Her hair falls around her face, a curtain of dark strands hiding her expression, but I can feel her eagerness, her hunger for my release.