Wife Too Sore to Walk After Bull's Rough Ride

So there I am, sprawled out on the bed, my body aching from the night before. The bull really put me through my paces, and now I’m paying for it. My thighs are sore, my pussy throbs, and I can barely move. The text on the screen says it all: ‘Sorry buddy, your wife is sleeping she can’t answer her phone Rn. Yes you can cum over to take her home, she is sore and can’t even walk.’ It’s a bit embarrassing, but that’s what happens when you let a real man take control. I’m his plaything, his fucktoy, and he knows exactly how to use me. The blanket barely covers my ass, and my t-shirt rides up, exposing my soft midsection. I’m a mess, but it’s a good kind of mess. The kind that reminds me who’s in charge. My husband will have to come get me, and he’ll see the evidence of my night with the bull. It’s a humbling reminder of my place, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The pillow under my head is damp with sweat, and the sheets are a tangled mess. It’s a scene of pure, unadulterated debauchery, and I’m right in the middle of it. The bull knows how to leave his mark, and I’m wearing it proudly.