I remember the way her eyes sparkled with mischief as she straddled him, her thick thighs gripping his waist. The kitchen table was our stage, the glass of wine untouched, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Her big, saggy tits bounced with each thrust, nipples hard and dark, begging for attention. She smiled at me, a wicked grin that said it all—she was in control, and I was nothing but a spectator to her pleasure. The text on her chest, ‘YOU GET HARD WHEN SHE CHEATS,’ was a constant reminder of my place. I watched, my cock aching, as she rode him, her panties pulled down just enough to tease. The Chinese characters ‘荡妇’ (slut) were a badge of honor for her, a mark of her freedom and my submission. I was her cuck, her willing participant in this dance of humiliation and desire. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of her ecstasy, as she took what she wanted, leaving me to watch and want.
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