Friday Night Creampie: Boss’s Bull Fucks His Wife

The office door clicks shut behind her, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. She leans against it, heart pounding, as the boss’s bull steps closer, his eyes hungry. ‘You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?’ he growls, his hand already unbuckling his belt. She nods, her breath catching as she drops to her knees, knowing what’s expected. His cock springs free, thick and hard, and she takes him in her mouth without hesitation. The taste of him, the power he holds over her, it’s intoxicating. She sucks him eagerly, her hands gripping his thighs as he fists her hair, controlling her movements. He fucks her mouth roughly, his hips thrusting forward, and she gags around him, tears streaming down her face. But she doesn’t stop, can’t stop. She’s his cum slut, his plaything, and she knows it. When he pulls out, his cock glistening with her saliva, he grabs her by the shoulders and spins her around. She braces herself against the desk, her skirt hiked up, her panties pushed aside. He enters her with a single, brutal thrust, and she cries out, the pain mixing with pleasure. He pounds into her, his balls slapping against her clit, and she pushes back against him, meeting his thrusts. ‘You like that, don’t you?’ he grunts, his fingers digging into her hips. ‘You like being my little fucktoy?’ She moans in response, her body on fire. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, and she comes undone, her orgasm ripping through her. He follows soon after, his cock pulsing as he fills her with his hot cum. She feels it dripping out of her, marking her as his. As he pulls out, she stays bent over the desk, her body trembling, her mind a blur of submission and satisfaction. She’s his, completely and utterly, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.