I remember the moment I handed her the key card, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and dread. The dress I picked out, a tight, white number that hugged her curves, was meant to tease and tantalize. I knew exactly what I was doing, setting her up for the night. The room was paid for, the stage set. As I watched her walk down the corridor, the red ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hanging on the door, I felt a surge of humiliation and arousal. She was my slut, my whore, and tonight, she belonged to the world.
Hotel Corridor Cuckold’s Humiliation
The image of her standing there, drink in one hand, clutching her bag in the other, is seared into my mind. Her high heels clicked against the floor, echoing the rhythm of my racing heart. I could almost hear the whispers of the men she would meet, the promises of pleasure and pain. The warm lighting of the hotel corridor cast a golden glow on her skin, highlighting every curve, every line. She was a vision, a fantasy, and I was the cuckold, the pathetic husband who had set it all in motion. As she disappeared into the room, I knew I was just beginning to understand the depths of my own degradation.
Hotel Hallway: My Slutty Wife’s Naked Stroll
HOTWIFE in the Night Hotel With Her Bull
My Wife’s Hotel Tryst: Caught Her Riding a Stranger’s Cock
Friday Night at the Club: My Hotwife’s Pantyless Tease
Sucking Her Bull Off Like a Pro During a Fantastic Afternoon/evening of Hotel Sex.
Transparent Black Dress on Nude Hotwife
Hotwife’s Threesome: Cuckold Watches as I Ride a Bigger Cock
IF YOU’RE MY BULL MY HUSBAND WILL PAY for DINNER and the HOTEL ROOM
A very good, and hopefully rewarding evening lie ahead.