Friday Night: Her BBC Bull and His Friends Arrive

The consequence of her decision is clear as I rub her back, trying to ease the ache. She’s been through a lot, and I know it’s gonna take a while for her to recover. The thought of her with them, with their big cocks, makes my stomach churn. But she wanted it, didn’t she? She’s the one who begged for it, who couldn’t wait for them to come over. And now, she’s gonna pay the price. Literally. Her body is gonna feel it for days.

What Did She Agree To?

She agreed to everything. To being used, to being filmed, to being shared. They’re gonna take videos and photos, keep them for themselves, and share them with whoever they want. She’s gonna be their little slut for the night, and I’m just gonna be here, rubbing her back, cleaning up the mess they leave behind. It’s a role I’ve grown used to, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Not when I know what they’re gonna do to her. Not when I know how much she’s gonna enjoy it. And she will enjoy it. I know she will. She always does. The way her body responds to them, the way she moans and begs for more, it’s like she’s a different person. A person I barely recognize. But that’s what she wants, isn’t it? To be used, to be filled, to be broken. And I’m just here to pick up the pieces. To rub her back, to soothe her aches, to listen to her stories of how big their cocks were, how hard they fucked her, how much she loved every minute of it. So, I sit here, waiting. Waiting for the sounds of their laughter, their grunts, her moans. Waiting for the night to end so I can start my duties. Rubbing her back, cleaning her up, listening to her stories. It’s a cycle, a dance we do. And I’m just the cuckold, the one who’s always there, always waiting, always cleaning up. But that’s my role, and I play it well. Even if it kills me a little inside every time.bdsmlr abdl