Real masturbation session with my wife in the early morning

In the early morning, when the house was still quiet, my wife decided to indulge in some self-pleasure. She was in the mood for a real, genuine orgasm, and she knew exactly how to achieve it. She slipped her fingers inside her lace panties, teasing her wet folds, her moans echoing through the empty rooms. The sight of her touching herself was captivating, her fingers dancing over her sensitive skin, her breath hitching as she neared the edge. I couldn't resist the urge to join her, and I soon found myself pleasuring myself while watching her. The sight of her, lost in her own pleasure, was too much to resist. We fell into a rhythm, our bodies moving in sync, our moans filling the empty house. The line between fantasy and reality blurred, our bodies entwined in a dance of desire. The climax hit us both at once, our bodies shuddering in shared ecstasy. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a testament to the raw, primal connection between us.