Hotwife Teases Cuck Before Meeting Her Bull

Her words, dripping with lust, echo in my mind. ‘I can do anything I want with him and you will love it.’ And I do. I fucking love it. The power she holds, the control she wields, it’s intoxicating. Watching her prepare, knowing she’s about to meet him, it’s a thrill that courses through my veins. Her body, straddling mine, is a testament to her dominance. She knows I’m hers, completely. My cock throbs, aching for her touch, for her approval. She’s the mistress, and I’m her willing slave, ready to serve her every desire.

Straddling Power

The way she moves, it’s a dance of dominance. Her hips grind against me, teasing, taunting. She knows exactly what she’s doing, how to drive me wild. Her hands, those fucking hands, they roam my body, claiming every inch. She’s not just riding me; she’s riding my fucking ego, my pride, my very soul. And I let her. I beg her to. Because in this moment, she’s everything. Her pleasure, my obsession. Her satisfaction, my purpose. She’s the sexy mistress, and I’m her devoted cuck, milking her every whim. But it’s not just about the physical. It’s the psychological dance, the mindfuck. Knowing she’s going to meet him, that she’ll fuck him, it’s a high unlike any other. The thought of her with another man, of her taking his cock, it’s a fantasy that keeps me hard, keeps me hungry. And she knows it. She uses it against me, her power play. ‘You love it, don’t you?’ she whispers, her breath hot on my ear. And I do. I fucking love it. Because in the end, it’s all about her. Her pleasure, her power, her fucking perfection. And I’m just the cuck who gets to watch it all unfold.