The sound of his heavy breathing fills the room, a stark contrast to the soft hum of the air conditioner. I’m on my knees, my lips wrapped around a thick, throbbing cock that isn’t my husband’s. The taste, the texture, the sheer size of it—it’s a sensation I crave, a hunger that my husband can’t satisfy. I glance up, catching his eye, and see the mix of awe and submission in his gaze. It’s a look I’ve grown to love, a silent acknowledgment of the power I hold over him in this moment.
The Art of Pleasure: A Hotwife’s Power
My husband’s presence in the room is a constant reminder of the dynamic we’ve cultivated over the years. He watches, he waits, and he worships the ground I walk on. The way his eyes follow every movement, every flick of my tongue, is intoxicating. I know he’s imagining the things I do with my bulls, the things he can only dream of. It’s a secret thrill, a private game we play, where I’m the queen and he’s my devoted subject. As I deep-throat my bull, I can feel my husband’s desire building, his need for me growing with each passing second. It’s a dance, a delicate balance of power and pleasure, and I’m the one leading the way.
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