Anniversary Gift From Her Bull
Hubby's gift: his hotwife gets bred by a huge BBC bull on their anniversary.
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The soft glow of the luxury hotel suite’s ambient lighting bathed everything in a warm, golden hue as Emily stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city skyline. It was their fifth wedding anniversary, and the night Mark had planned for months was finally unfolding exactly as he had promised. Her pulse raced with equal parts love and filthy anticipation. She wore nothing but delicate black lace lingerie that clung to her toned curves—tiny panties already damp at the crotch and a sheer babydoll that did nothing to hide her stiff nipples.
Mark sat in a plush armchair a few feet away, dressed in a crisp button-down and slacks, his cock already straining painfully against the fabric. His eyes never left his wife. This was his gift. His blessing. The ultimate expression of his devotion to her pleasure.
A firm knock sounded at the door. Emily’s breath hitched. Mark smiled softly and nodded.
“Answer it, baby.”
She practically floated across the room and opened the door. Darius filled the frame—six-foot-four of solid, dark muscle wrapped in a tailored black shirt that strained across his massive chest. His presence was overwhelming, commanding. His deep brown eyes locked onto Emily’s instantly, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his face.
“Happy anniversary, Emily,” he rumbled, voice like velvet thunder.
She rose onto her toes and kissed him without hesitation, her small hands sliding up his hard chest. Darius responded by wrapping one huge black hand around the back of her neck and pulling her deeper into the kiss, tongue claiming her mouth with practiced dominance. Mark’s breath grew ragged as he watched his wife melt against her bull.
“I can’t thank you enough, Darius,” Mark said from his chair, voice thick with arousal. “This is my gift to her. To both of you. Breed my wife tonight. On our anniversary. I want you to put your seed where it belongs.”
Darius broke the kiss just enough to look over Emily’s shoulder at the smaller man. “You sure you ready for this, Mark? Once I start, I’m not pulling out until I’ve flooded her womb. I’m going to knock this pretty white wife up if her body’s willing.”
Emily whimpered loudly at his words, her thighs pressing together.