I remember the moment my bull’s words echoed in my mind, ‘You are the perfect cock slut.’ It wasn’t just a compliment; it was a badge of honor, a validation of my deepest desires. Sitting on the cushioned footrest, my body exposed and vulnerable, I felt a surge of pride. The living room, bathed in natural light, became a stage for my submission. My tank top and short pants barely covered my skin, leaving me open to the world. The paintings on the wall, once mere decorations, now seemed to watch, to judge. But I didn’t care. I was his, completely and utterly. The gray couch behind me, a silent witness to my transformation, as I became the cock slut he desired. My arms and legs, bare and trembling, were ready for his touch, his command. The balcony in the background, a reminder of the world outside, seemed distant, irrelevant. I was lost in this moment, in this role, in this perfect submission. The text superimposed on the image, a declaration of my status, a testament to my pride. I was his, and nothing else mattered.
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I Watched Him Fill Her With His Load While She Moaned in Submission
Your Wife Got the Perfect Load From the Perfect Cock
I Let Them Admire Her Body While She Enjoyed Their Attention
A Cuckold’s Night of Submission
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Humiliation and Submission
