Tina Wallace's wife is a picture of patience, but her body betrays her. She's perched on the edge of their bed, her legs spread wide, her fingers working their magic on her engorged clit. She's been waiting all day for her hubby, but her pussy has other plans. She dips her fingers into her wetness, coating them with her juices, before returning to her clit, rubbing it with increased fervor. Her breath comes in short gasps, her body writhing with each touch. She's close, so close, her pussy clenching with anticipation. She can't wait any longer, she needs release, now.