“Fuck yeah, baby!” her black bull groaned, his thick black cock buried deep inside his wife. “You like that?”
The sissy’s cock bobbed helplessly, encased in pink plastic.
She bit her lip, feeling the warmth trickle down her thighs as his sperm oozed out of her pussy. “It’s incredible,” she whispered.
He grabbed her hips and began to pump in and out of her, their bodies slapping together in rhythmic unity. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and he couldn’t help but reach up to grab them, pinching the nipples until they were hard as diamonds.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned as he picked her up off the floor and slammed her back against the wall, his cock driving deep inside her with each powerful thrust. “Yes!”
He bit her neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and she moaned even louder. The pain mixed with the pleasure sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her body.
“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he growled into her ear.
The woman glanced at her sissy husband and said, “And you’re going to love it.”
She spread her legs wider, inviting her bull deeper inside of her. “I want it all.”
After, she sprawled out on the bed, her body a riot of flushed skin and muscle gone weak, every inch of her open and radiant, the aftermath of release making her glow. The sheets beneath her hips were wet, the air thick with the heat of her orgasms, and she watched the man between her legs—her black bull, the one who had just made her come hard enough to sob—wipe his slick cock across her sissy husband’s lips.
Her husband, in his ridiculous pink dress and white-lace stockings, knelt at the foot of the mattress, clutching his chastity cage through the sheer fabric, his face twisted with longing and humiliation. She smiled at him, wide and cruel.
“You see this?” she said, stretching her calves so her knees pointed out, splaying herself shamelessly. “This is what a real man does to a woman.”
She propped herself on her elbows and beckoned her black bull forward, watching his thick fingers press into the damp flesh of her thigh, the muscles of his arm flexing as he guided the head of his cock back to her entrance. The tip disappeared into her, dark skin parting pale flesh, and she moaned, making sure it was loud enough to shatter whatever hope her husband had left. The lover’s hips rolled, slow, deliberate, and he filled her all over again, his balls slapping wetly against her.
She made a small show of writhing under the new pressure, her head thrown back, chin up, mouth open in an ecstatic howl. Her eyes flicked to the floor, to the husband who had never made her feel half so good, who was now rocking in place, hands clutched between his trembling knees, eyes glued to the way she arched and bucked around another man’s cock.
She looked at her husband past the bulging muscle and grinned, teeth bared, cheeks flushed high with victory. “Did you catch that, princess? Did you hear the sound I made for him? That’s what you never gave me—not once.”
The black bull’s thrusts picked up speed, and her body responded, toes curling, legs coming up to wrap around his back. Her hands slipped from his arm, grabbing the sheets instead, and she screamed as he fucked her harder, deeper, no space left untouched. Her husband whimpered, tears welling as he rocked harder, desperate to touch himself through the unforgiving plastic.
How long had it been, he thought? Surely not a month.
“You like what you see?” she panted, looking down at him, her voice ragged. “This is for me, not for you. You just kneel there and watch, remember?” She reached back and spread herself wider, letting her lover in all the way, and the husband sobbed, rutting his locked crotch against the air.
As the lover grunted, coming inside her again, she looked straight at her husband, her face slick with sweat and triumph, and mouthed, “You’ll never have this. But you’ll clean it out for the next round. Get up here and do your duty.”
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