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HOTWIFE | CUCKOLD | BULL | BBC | SHARING
Stuffed by the Black Bull
Tonight’s BBC may be just enough for me (and my husband?)
It pushes, spreads… almost rips my pussy. It’s a dance between the pleasure and the pain intermingling inside my cunt as the black, powerful cock slides in and out of me.
Lying on a bed of an unknown hotel in a distant city, I open my legs more, stretching them high, up to the black man shoulders. He pulls them up to reach even deeper inside me.
I’m in ecstasy… like on drugs. My moans come from afar. All of my senses are focused on my pussy enjoying every inch of the monster cock violating me.
I barely register Cucky on his chair, behind tonight’s bull, jerking his tiny prick while he looks at me — his wife — being possessed by another man.
I think Karl is the man’s name, but I don’t need to remember it. As soon as he’s entered our hotel room, I was on my knees, ready to suck his cock until it grew hard. Then, I begged him to fuck me. My mouth, my pussy, my ass… whatever he wants is his, tonight.
Cucky will look at me, enjoy the moans of pleasure he could never be able to give me. He’ll enjoy my holes dripping a stranger’s cum, and dutifully lick them when the bull finishes using them.
