159 Baby, you moaned

His dark pupils dilate when he sees her enter the empty bathtub; she sits down, knees up and legs spread widely. He sucks in the cold air when she simpers at him. Her fingers slowly trail down between the inner thighs, touching herself lightly. She parts those folds with her two fingers, not breaking the eye contact once. She inserts her middle finger between the folds, rubbing the swollen clitoris. 

Looking smug, she tells him again, "If you move, I will bite it hard next time."

He halts his feet, frozen at the spot. No sane man would dare to move after hearing that unless he wants to be bitten really hard there.  Kiyohira fists his hands and glues his back to the cold smooth wall, panting. His rod starts to throb, wanting to be inside his wife and fuck her hard beneath him. However, the woman is bent on torturing him. Surprisingly, he wants this torture.