The sensation of her tongue, wet and warm, as it slides across her finger, is a stark contrast to the cold reality of my own desires. She’s never been this bold, this uninhibited, at least not with me. Her eyes, dark and intense, meet mine with a challenge, a silent dare to question her newfound freedom. The way her chest heaves slightly, the soft curve of her shoulders, it’s all a testament to her transformation. She’s not just my wife anymore; she’s a cock-sucking slutwife, and it’s a role she’s embracing with every fiber of her being.
Her Tongue, a Weapon of Pleasure
And the way she does it, with such confidence, such hunger, it’s almost as if she’s been practicing. Her tongue, a weapon of pleasure, is now a tool of her newfound power. She knows it, and she’s using it to her advantage. The room is quiet, except for the soft hum of the camera, capturing every moment of her performance. Her lips, full and inviting, part slightly as she teases her finger, mimicking the act she’s so eager to perform. It’s a sight that both excites and humiliates, a reminder of the power she holds over me, and the pleasure she seeks elsewhere. But just not with me, not anymore. Her newfound freedom is a double-edged sword, cutting through the fabric of our marriage, leaving me to wonder what else she’s capable of.



