Wife at Vacation Cant Resist Black Cock Offer

I remember the moment she walked away from me, her white legs glistening in the sun, ready to be devoured by the hung bull she couldn’t resist. Those legs, always eager, always open, especially for big black cocks. I watched from afar, my heart pounding as she lay there, half-naked on the lounge chair, her hat casting a shadow over her face. The patio was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses, but all I could focus on was her, waiting for the inevitable.

Her Irresistible Hunger

And there he was, the hung bull, approaching her with a smirk. I could almost hear her thoughts, the dirty promises she was making to herself. Her legs parted slightly, an invitation that needed no words. The sun beat down on us, but it was her desire that scorched my soul. I was just a cuckold, a spectator to her hunger, her need for something I could never provide.

The Hotel Room Revelation

Later, in the hotel room, the soft lighting cast a warm glow over their bodies. She lay prone, her legs exposed, a silent offer to the man whose face I couldn’t see. The pillow and book on the bed were mere props, insignificant compared to the raw, primal scene unfolding. I stood there, invisible, a ghost in the room, as she surrendered to her deepest desires. Her legs, those fucking legs, were the stars of the show, always ready, always willing, always mine to watch but never to touch.