As a Cuck You Need to Clean Her Gaping Cum Filled Pussy

The sound of his breathing, heavy and anticipatory, fills the room. I can almost hear his thoughts racing, wondering what he’s about to do. It’s a familiar sound, one that always precedes his obedience. I lie here, my legs spread wide, the cool air brushing against my exposed skin. The memory of my husband’s cock filling me, the sensation of his hot cum spilling inside, still lingers. And now, it’s time for my cuck to clean up the mess.

Bedroom Humiliation: The Cuck’s Duty

I watch as he approaches, his eyes fixed on the gaping, cum-filled pussy that awaits him. He knows his role, his duty. The room is quiet except for the soft rustle of his clothes as he kneels between my legs. I can feel his hesitation, the slight tremble in his hands as he reaches out. But he knows better than to disobey. His tongue, warm and wet, begins to explore, tasting the remnants of my husband’s pleasure. I can feel his reluctance, but also his growing arousal. It’s a strange mix of humiliation and desire, one that keeps him coming back for more. As he works, I can’t help but think about how far we’ve come. From shy whispers to this, a raw, unfiltered display of power and submission. I guide his head, urging him deeper, feeling his tongue delve into every crevice. The room fills with the sounds of his efforts, the wet slurping noises that echo off the walls. It’s a symphony of submission, a testament to his devotion. And as I feel the last of the cum being licked away, I know that he’s earned his place, if only for a moment.