Last Night’s Strip Poker: Friends Watching Her Strip Down

I can’t believe I let her talk me into this. The way her tits bounce as she deals the cards, the way her nipples harden under their stares. She’s loving it, the slut. And they’re all hard, cocks straining against their jeans, eyes glued to her body. She knows it too, the tease. She leans in, gives them a better view, and they’re practically drooling. I’m just the cuck here, watching my wife become their fantasy.

Her Tits, Their Cocks: A Perfect Match

Her tits are perfect, round and firm, and they’re all staring, mouths open, cocks throbbing. She knows how to work it, the whore. She’s got them eating out of her hand, and she’s loving every minute. I can see it in her eyes, the thrill, the power. She’s in control, and they’re all hers. I’m just the cuck, the one who set this up, the one who gets to watch. It’s a fucking turn-on, seeing her like this, knowing they want her so bad. But it’s not just about the tits. It’s about the power, the control. She’s got them wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. She’s the queen, and they’re all her subjects, ready to do her bidding. And I’m the cuck, the one who gets to watch it all unfold. It’s a fucking trip, seeing her like this, knowing she’s theirs for the taking. And then there’s the poker, the game, the bet. She’s playing with fire, and she knows it. But she’s not backing down, not now, not ever. She’s in it to win it, and she’s gonna make them pay. I can see it in her eyes, the determination, the hunger. She’s a fucking force, and they’re all in her thrall. I’m just the cuck, the one who gets to watch it all go down. It’s a fucking rush, seeing her like this, knowing she’s gonna win, knowing they’re all hers.