Marcus Begs as His Wife Takes the Bull
Husband begs on his knees while a hung black bull breeds his fertile wife.
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Mike knelt in the center of the master bedroom, wrists bound tightly behind his back with a silk tie from his own closet. His heart hammered so hard he could feel it in his throat. Kayla stood in front of him, already flushed and breathing fast, wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong that barely contained the swell of her pussy lips. At twenty-eight, his wife had never looked more fertile or more dangerous: heavy, milky tits with fat pink nipples, wide breeding hips, and a soft, rounded belly that seemed made to carry strong seed.
“You’re really going to do this?” Mike whispered, voice cracking.
Kayla looked down at him, eyes glittering with a mix of love and cruel excitement. “You begged for months, baby. Now you get exactly what you asked for. Darius is on his way. You stay on your knees the entire time. Hands stay tied. And every single second you want to watch, you will beg out loud for permission. If you forget, he leaves and this never happens again. Understand?”
Mike’s cock twitched uselessly in his pants. “Yes… I understand.”
The doorbell rang.
Kayla’s nipples stiffened instantly. She gave her husband one last wicked smile and sauntered downstairs. Mike remained exactly where he was told, listening to the low rumble of a deep male voice and his wife’s flirtatious giggle. Footsteps climbed the stairs. The bedroom door swung open.
Darius filled the frame.
He was massive, easily six-four, broad-shouldered and packed with muscle. His dark skin gleamed under the bedroom lights. The front of his jeans looked obscene, a thick, heavy tube snaking down one thigh. He took one look at Mike on his knees and smirked.
“So this is the pathetic little white boy who wants to watch a real man breed his wife,” Darius said, voice like rolling thunder.
Kayla pressed herself against the bull’s side, running her manicured hand over his chest. “That’s him. He’s been begging me for this for half a year.”
Darius stepped closer until his crotch was inches from Mike’s face. “Say it, cuck. Tell me what you are.”