Darius Claims the Cuckold Wife
Hubby's tiny caged dick watches as Darius breeds his eager wife.
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The doorbell rang at exactly eight o’clock. Lena’s breath caught as she smoothed the tiny black silk robe over her naked body. Mark was already trembling beside her, the small steel chastity cage locked tight around his shrunken cock, the key dangling between Lena’s full breasts like a taunting pendant.
She opened the door.
Darius filled the frame—six-foot-four, broad-shouldered, dark skin gleaming under the porch light. His tailored shirt stretched across a chest that looked carved from obsidian. He didn’t greet them with words. He simply stepped inside, closed the door, and pointed at the floor in front of him.
“Strip, cuck. Kneel.”
Mark’s face burned scarlet, but his hands moved instantly, shedding his clothes until he stood completely naked except for the cruel little cage that kept his pathetic three inches trapped and leaking. He dropped to his knees in the corner of the living room, facing the sofa where Darius now sat like a king on his throne.
Lena stayed standing, cheeks flushed, nipples already stiff against the silk.
Darius leaned back, spreading his thick thighs. “Tonight’s the night, boy. I’m breeding your wife. I’m putting my baby in her womb while you watch every inch disappear inside her. You understand?”
Mark’s voice cracked. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Stay there and don’t you dare look away.”
Darius crooked a finger at Lena. She crossed the room in three eager steps and stood between his spread legs. He reached up, untied her robe, and let it fall. Her body was perfect—full, heavy tits, narrow waist, wide fertile hips, and a smooth, puffy pussy already glistening with arousal.