The soft, patterned bedspread beneath us whispers with the weight of our bodies, a silent witness to the rituals of our twisted love. Her blonde curls cascade across the pillow, a stark contrast to the black lace panties that barely contain her swollen, satisfied pussy. The air is thick with the musk of sex, a heady mix of her juices and the bull’s cum that drips from her used cunt. It’s a scent I’ve come to crave, a testament to her power and my devotion.
Confession: The Taste of Her Bull’s Cum
I kneel between her legs, my tongue already tingling with anticipation. The first lick is always the hardest, a plunge into the depths of her debauchery. Her clit is swollen and sensitive, begging for the soothing touch of my mouth. I savor the taste, a bitter-sweet symphony of her pleasure and his seed. Each stroke of my tongue is a prayer, a silent vow to worship her body and soul. Her moans fill the room, a melody of ecstasy that drives me to push her over the edge, again and again. In this moment, I am her slave, her cuckold, and she is my everything.
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