My Slut Wife’s Bull-Filled Bath: A Cuckold’s Humiliation

I can’t believe I’m watching this again. Paramita, my so-called wife, is in the tub, her body glistening with a mix of water and the bull’s cum. She’s got this fucking smirk on her face, like she’s won some kind of prize. I know she’s thinking about how much she loves this, how much she loves being a cum slut for any man who wants her. It’s like she’s in her own fucking world, and I’m just the cuckold watching from the sidelines.

The Bath of Humiliation

She leans back, her tits barely covered by the water, and I can see the remnants of the bull’s load on her skin. It’s a fucking mess, but she’s loving every second of it. I can almost hear her thoughts: ‘This is what I live for, being used and filled by a real man.’ It’s like she’s taunting me, daring me to say something, to do something. But I’m just a fucking cuck, right? I’m supposed to watch and take it, to know my place.

Her Bull-Filled Bliss

I can see the satisfaction in her eyes, the way she savors the taste of his cum in her mouth. She’s a fucking whore, and she knows it. She’s got no shame, no boundaries. She’s just a cum slut, and she’s proud of it. I hate her for it, but I can’t look away. I’m trapped in this fucking cycle, watching her get off on being used, on being a fucking whore. It’s my humiliation, my punishment for being a cuck. And she fucking loves it.