Broken

Why did she insist on calling me that name? I wasn’t a Cuckold! From what I understood a Cuckold was a husband who got off watching another man fuck his wife! I wasn’t enjoying this! I just wanted to leave here with my wife, have things back the way they were before! She squeezed my cock and I felt my nuts draw up again, ready to pump semen and relieve the painful pressure in them. Okay, I needed to cum too, but then I could think more clearly.

Sick by what I was seeing, none-the-less my raging libido was completely in charge of my actions now. Susan had about half of Raul’s awesome cock inside her pretty throat and it appeared that was as much as she’d be able to handle. I could see her throat muscles working to get more of it inside but the huge lump his crown created under the skin of her soft throat, told the story. It would go no farther.