Ferna1971's wife, mid-argument, storms off, leaving him aching with pent-up frustration. He retreats to the bedroom, camera in hand, seeking solace in the familiar. His eyes fall on her discarded panties, still damp with her scent. He brings them to his face, inhaling deeply, as his hand wraps around his thick cock. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm, imagining her tight pussy clenching around him. The sound of her returning snaps him back to reality, but he can't stop. He keeps jerking, eyes locked on the door, hoping she'll catch him, hoping she'll join him.