Anticipation Builds as Hotwife Awaits Bull’s Massive Cock

Memory floods back as I recall the first time we met the bull. His cock, massive and intimidating, left both my husband and me breathless. It’s a sight that never fails to make my heart race, knowing what’s to come. The anticipation is almost unbearable, a mix of fear and excitement that courses through my veins. I can still feel the rush of adrenaline, the way my body responds to the mere thought of taking him in. And as I stand here, I can’t help but wonder if this time will be any different. Will he be as relentless, as demanding? The thought alone makes my pussy throb with anticipation.

Confession: The Thrill of Submission

But it’s not just the physical act that gets to me. It’s the psychological game, the power dynamic that leaves me craving more. I’m his whore, his plaything, and he knows it. The way he looks at me, with that cocky smirk, it’s like he can see right through me. And I let him. I let him own me, control me, use me for his pleasure. It’s a thrill, a high that I can’t get enough of. My husband watches, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and jealousy. He knows he can’t give me what the bull does, and that knowledge fuels my desire. I’m his slut, and I fucking love it. The way the bull takes me, rough and unyielding, it’s a reminder of who’s in charge. And as I submit, I find a freedom, a release that I can’t find anywhere else. It’s a confession, a truth that I can’t deny. I’m his, completely and utterly, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.