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Cuckold Valentine
Date: 3/21/2024, Categories: Cuckold, Author: sandymonroe
... into a condom from now on." The venom in her words stung sharper than the sight of her ecstasy. "Oh my god...," Brian thought bitterly, eagerly watching the lustful cowgirl riding in front of him. "Is this what you wanted? To be humiliated?" Erica whispered, her hand moving in a calculated rhythm over the sheathed betrayal between Brian's legs. "Maybe," he admitted silently to himself. His heart raced, torn between humiliation and an undeniable, dark thrill. "Say it, Brian. Beg for it," Alicia demanded, not pausing in her conquest atop Greg. "Please," he uttered, the single word feeling like a leaden surrender. "Pathetic," Erica sneered softly, her disdain wrapping around Brian tighter than the confines of the condom. The room echoed with the sounds of flesh and whispers, the contrast of Alicia’s moans of pleasure and Brian’s muted pleas. "Happy Valentine's Day," Brian thought, the phrase now a perverse punchline to the joke his life had become. Listening to his wife’s muffled screams, he couldn’t take it anymore: he released his member throbbing in Erica’s hand and shot his load inside the condom. “Wow, nice,” Erica giggled, jerking his cock in the rubber relentlessly. “Not bad for a cuck like you...,” Alicia didn’t seem to notice her husband’s latex-covered orgasm, she kept on riding her bull. The sounds of her pleasure escaping her mouth echoed in the simple hotel room. She let her head back and cried out as the waves of her own orgasm ...
... shuttered through her body. “That’s it, baby...” Greg moaned, holding her firm breasts and pushing upwards with his huge cock. “Come on my cock...” The pleasure took for long moments to release Alicia’s tension completely. After screaming two more loud ones, she fell on Greg’s shoulder, covering his face with her ruffled hair. “Oh my God, Greg...,” she whispered loud enough so Brian could hear from the armchair. “This was so amazing!” “You can thank my baby...” he whispered back, “by taking my load on your lovely face!” Alicia jumped down from her lover’s lap like a well-paid porn star working for the final act. Greg also stood up, his muscular body ruling the hotel room. Alicia's silhouette, a blonde goddess in scarlet threads, knelt before Greg as if he were an altar, her eager gaze fixed on the prize. “Excuse me,” Erica said coyly, nodding her head towards her hand with Brian’s condom-covered cock. “Seems like my job is done here. Do you mind if I join?” “Not at all,” Alicia answered smiling, reaching to the magnificent member dangling in front of her face. “Sharing is caring.” Erica, the sly fox of a receptionist, joined her, their knees pressing into the plush carpet. Brian watched, his stomach a knot of jealous fire and shameful longing. The sight of her lovely wife kneeling naked, her face red from the orgasms and the fucking she had just received, was a complete contrast to the white canvas skin of the receptionist, who looked strange kneeling ...