Cuckhold Diairies #20, Scene 2

Bruna’s a stone-cold bitch and she gets off on kicking her man right in the balls. Today she’s taking it to another level. She shoves the cuck down onto the floor like he’s nothing but a dirty boot scraper and plants herself front and center so he’s got the best seat in the house. She drops to her knees, eyes locked on him, and peels that new guy’s cock out like it’s Christmas morning. Tongue out, lips glossy, she runs it base to tip in long, sloppy laps, gagging on purpose so her hubby hears every wet choke. Spit drips off her chin and splatters on his shin. “Watch close, fuckstick,” she says around the shaft, “this is what a real man feels like.” She hops up, spins the guy around, and mounts him right on the couch in front of her stunned husband. Shorts fly off, panties shoved to the side, and Bruna sinks down with a filthy moan that echoes in the quiet room. She rides like she’s trying to break furniture—fast, vicious strokes, tits bouncing, head thrown back while she calls out how much bigger and better the stranger feels inside her. Her cuck’s eyes glass over as he takes every slap of skin, every squelch, every breathless order she barks: hold the lube, listen to her cum, don’t you dare look away. She comes hard, legs shaking, then swivels off, leaving a wet spot on the cushion for him to stare at while she laughs.