Bedroom: Wife’s Throat Deepthroating Her Bull’s Thick Cock

His hands grip my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me closer. The anticipation is killing me, the way he teases, the promise of what’s to come. I can feel his breath on my skin, hot and heavy, as he looks up at me with those hungry eyes. He knows what he’s doing, the bastard, drawing out the moment, making me ache for it. And I’m so ready, my body trembling with need, my pussy throbbing with every beat of my heart. But he’s not done yet, not by a long shot. He’s gonna make me beg for it, make me beg for his cock. And I will, I’ll beg and plead and do anything he wants. Because this is what I live for, this edge, this tease, this dance of power and desire. It’s a game we play, and I’m always the willing participant, the hotwife who can’t get enough.

When He Finally Takes Control

The moment he thrusts, I know it’s gonna be different. He’s not gonna hold back, not this time. I can feel it in the way his body tenses, the way his grip tightens. He’s gonna fuck me hard, fuck me deep, and I’m gonna take every inch of him. I’m gonna let him use my body, let him claim me, let him make me his. And I’m gonna love every second of it. The way he fills me, stretches me, the way he hits that spot deep inside that makes me see stars. It’s gonna be intense, raw, and real. And I’m gonna come so hard, I’m gonna forget my own name. Because that’s what he does to me, that’s what he always does. He fucks me so good, I lose myself in him. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.