The stone wall behind us is rough and cool against my back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body as he pulls me close. His arms are tight around my waist, fingers digging into my flesh, a silent claim on what’s his. I can feel his breath on my neck, hot and ragged, as he whispers those words again, ‘I don’t care how many guys you fuck as long as you always come back to me.’ It’s a confession, a plea, a twisted promise. And I’m the slut who loves every second of it.
Outdoor Intimacy: The Cuckold’s Plea
The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground, but all I see is the intensity in his eyes. He’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters, like I’m the air he needs to breathe. And I am. I’m the whore who fucks other men, the slut who comes back to him, the hotwife who owns his heart. He knows it, and he fucking loves it. The denim of his shirt is soft against my cheek as I lean into him, inhaling his scent, a mix of sweat and desire. This is our dance, our twisted love story. He’s the cuck, and I’m the queen. And we both know it.
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My sentiments exactly!