I’m sitting here, my heart pounding, as I recall the night my husband brought home that bull. He was a beast, all muscle and confidence, and he had his eyes on me from the moment he walked in. I could feel the tension in the room, the way my husband’s gaze kept flickering between us, like he was both excited and nervous. The bull didn’t waste any time, pushing me back onto the couch, his hands rough and demanding. I could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against me. He didn’t ask, just took, and I let him, my body responding to his dominance. My husband watched, his eyes wide, as the bull fucked me, his cock slamming into me with a force that left me breathless. I was his slut, his plaything, and I loved every second of it. The bull came inside me, his hot cum filling me, and I knew this was just the beginning. I’m his hotwife, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him satisfied.
