Cuckolding

Cherry Torn never stays with just one toy. Mickey's her latest obsession—he crawls for her, begs for her, lives for her. She phoned me one night with a wicked grin in her voice and a favor to ask. Her little slave had no clue what was coming. When he walked in and saw me waiting, the shock hit him hard. Cherry had to break him down fast. A few sharp corrections and a shiny steel cage around his cock did the trick. Once he was locked up and kneeling, I brought Jason Brown into the room—tall, cut, hung like a god. Mickey’s mouth had one job. He wrapped his lips around that fat black dick, spit dripping, throat working until it stood thick and ready. Cherry stripped slow, pale skin glowing, and Jason slid inside her like he owned the place. Every thrust made Mickey flinch in his cage. When Jason finally unloaded, thick ropes spilled out of her swollen pink lips. Cherry climbed over Mickey’s face without a word, spread herself, and fed him every drop. He swallowed because she told him to. That’s all the dinner he was getting tonight.