How to Worship a Goddess: Cuckolded and Taught a Lesson!

Jet Setting Jasmine’s eyes cut right through you. She’s had enough of your useless mouth, your clumsy hands. Tonight she’s done playing nice. She calls in King Noire—thick arms, thick cock, the kind of man who doesn’t ask twice. You kneel there like a scolded dog while she lets you watch how real worship is done. She points her toes, flexes her calves. King starts low, kissing the high arch of her foot, then the ankle, the calf, the smooth inside of her thigh. Every place your lips fumbled he covers with slow, sure pressure until she’s wet and breathing hard. When he finally reaches her cunt his tongue works in tight circles, slow then fast, until she claws the sheets and comes with a deep, shaking moan you’ve never pulled out of her. She makes sure you see every inch before she compares you. Your sad little prick next to King’s heavy, veined length. She laughs once, soft and cruel, then wraps her full lips around him. She sucks deep, greedy, tongue sliding under the head, spit shining down the shaft while you sit ignored. She wouldn’t waste that mouth on you. When she’s ready she turns, spreads, takes every thick inch. You’re inches from the action—close enough to hear how wet she is, to watch his heavy balls slap her ass with every thrust. She never lets you inside. She rides him until her thighs shake, then slips off, strokes him fast, and licks the head clean as thick ropes of cum paint her stomach and tits.