Daisy Ducati: The Cuckoldress

Daisy keeps her husband on a short leash and the bills paid. That’s all he’s good for. His cock sure as hell won’t cut it. She needs real meat, and tonight she finds it at the bar—a built stud whose thick dick is already straining his jeans before they even leave. They barely make it inside before she’s on her knees, taking him down her throat while her husband watches from the dark hallway, small hand already pumping his pathetic prick. She catches him. Grabs him by the hair, drags him into the room, and shoves his face to her feet. “Lick,” she orders. Jay tongues between her toes while the bull strips and lines up behind her. Daisy spreads, wet and ready. The first brutal thrust knocks a moan out of her, and Jay’s tongue never stops moving. She pushes Jay higher, makes him suck the stud’s heavy balls, then forces his mouth onto her swollen clit while that massive cock pounds her open. Every time the bull pulls out, strings of juice drip straight onto Jay’s tongue. Daisy laughs—low, cruel—then wraps her fingers around the stud’s shaft and aims it at her husband’s face. Thick ropes paint him, hot and heavy, while she watches with a satisfied smirk.