My husband ejaculated on my thigh while I observed him from the sofa

A steamy encounter unfolded as I reclined on the couch, indulging in a steamy scene from a pornographic film. My husband, engrossed in the explicit action, couldn't resist the urge to pleasure me. As he reached for my thigh, I took the opportunity to observe his every move from a voyeuristic POV. His strong hands caressed my curves, tracing the lines of my tattooed skin, before finding their way to my most intimate area. His expert touch ignited a fiery desire within me, and I found myself squirming in ecstasy. The sight of him pleasuring me, lost in the heat of the moment, was a sight to behold. His lustful gaze locked with mine, as he continued to explore my body, his fingers dancing over my sensitive flesh. The climax was explosive, and he released his pent-up desire onto my thigh, marking the end of our passionate encounter. As I watched him, I couldn't help but wonder if he would have hired a professional, a real putana, to provide him with the same level of pleasure.