Sarala inhaled deeply. Wow. 389 people were watching her wash the dishes while she was completely naked. It was so wrong, and yet she couldn’t help but feel something: pride. Her body and her actions were what these men were watching. They wanted her. She collapsed back on her pillow and decided to create her next video.

She got off the bed and locked the door. She couldn’t risk chaim walking in on her and ruining the video. Propping her phone up proved to be a challenge, but soon Sarala realized she can use her shaitel heads to keep her phone in place. With the video running, she slipped out of her navy midi skirt. Her tights already had a run in them so she decided to make use of that and shred them to pieces. With the outer two layers off, she lay there still in her long sleeve tee shirt and shaitel but only a small panty on her lower half. Gently and deliberately, she slid those off and threw them across the bedroom. They landed right near Chaim’s hat box.

Sarala’s lower half was completely exposed. She spread her legs while maintaining eye contact with them camera. Her right hand found its way to her mound and started playing with it. The pressure felt so good. Her hips grinded into her hand to extract more pleasure. Sarala moaned, it just felt too good. Her hand found its way towards her swollen little clit. Using her pointer and middle fingers, she swirled around her clit, over and over. Her moans intensified.

“I’m going to cum” she whispered loudly to her audience that had yet to watch the video, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, ugh, I need to cum”

Less than a minute later, Sarala’s body tensed up completely and then released. Her panting was loud, her muscles were spasming, her head and back arched backward. It was pure bliss, euphoric. Chaim did make her cum but her own orgasms were ten times more powerful. The idea of people watching her get off made this one even more powerful. She gave herself a few minutes to come down to a normal state. When she reached a more present mindset, she quickly edited the video and posted it to her page.

Chaim was enjoying his delicious dinner that Sarala had prepared. When he realized his wife would not be returning to the table anytime soon, he reached into the pocket of his black dress pants and pulled out his secret unfiltered smart phone and logged into his only fans account. A new suggestion waited for him “frummilf”. It sounded promising.