Celia's pussy is a furnace, her husband's cock a willing sacrifice. She straddles him, her juices coating his length as she grinds on him, denying him entry. He groans, his hands gripping her hips, trying to control his own desire. She leans back, her hands on his knees, her breasts bouncing as she rides him, her pussy clenching around his shaft. He's on the brink, his body tense, when she suddenly stops, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Not yet," she whispers, climbing off him, leaving him hard and wanting, a slave to her insatiable desire.