This is the consequence of her desire, the bartender’s thick cock filling her mouth. I watch as she takes him deep, her eyes closed, lost in the moment. She’s always been a cum slut, but this time, it’s different. The vacation, the freedom, it’s like she’s a different person. And I’m here, watching, feeling the familiar mix of humiliation and arousal. It’s a strange dynamic, one I can’t quite explain. But I know, deep down, that this is what she wants. What we both want, in a twisted sort of way.
Her Mouth Full, Her Eyes Closed
The bartender, a stranger with a cock too big for her, leans back, a smirk on his face. He’s enjoying this, enjoying her. And she’s enjoying him, her mouth working hard, her hands gripping his thighs. I can see the tension in her body, the way she’s trying to take him deeper. It’s a sight I’ve seen before, but never like this. Never with such intensity, such raw need. She’s not just sucking him; she’s worshipping him. And I’m left here, a cuckold, watching my wife suck another man’s cock. It’s a strange feeling, one of power and powerlessness all at once. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is our game, our twisted little secret. And I’m just along for the ride, watching as she sucks him dry, her eyes closed, her body trembling with desire.







