Bedroom Bull Play: Hotwife's Cuckold Cleanup

I can still feel the heat of her body against mine as I lie here, her words echoing in my mind. ‘That was fun. Can we have him over again soon? Please?’ Her eyes are glazed with satisfaction, her lips slightly parted, and I know she’s already thinking about the next time. The way she’s looking at me, I can tell she’s not just asking for another round with the bull, but for me to watch, to be there, to be her cuckold. I can see the hunger in her eyes, the need to be filled, to be used, and I know I’ll be there, ready to serve her, to be her willing cuckold. The thought of it makes my cock twitch, and I can’t help but wonder what she’ll be like next time, how she’ll look when she’s being fucked by another man, when she’s being used for his pleasure. I can already feel the humiliation, the excitement, and I know I won’t be able to resist. I’ll be there, watching, waiting, ready to serve my wife and her bull.