Wife's Superior Bull Breeds Her in Hubby's Face
Husband kneels and watches his wife's black bull breed her right over his face.
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Mark knelt naked in the corner of the master bedroom, heart hammering against his ribs. His small penis hung limp between his thighs, barely four inches hard on its best day. He had been waiting like this for twenty minutes, hands on his knees, eyes down, exactly as Darius had trained him. The sound of the front door opening made his stomach tighten with a familiar mix of shame and desperate arousal.
Lena’s voice floated down the hallway, bright and eager. “There’s my man.”
Heavy footsteps followed. Darius didn’t speak at first. He never needed to. His presence filled the house the moment he crossed the threshold. Mark heard the wet, filthy sound of his wife’s mouth meeting the bull’s, the soft moan she always made when Darius’s tongue claimed her. The kiss went on and on. Mark risked a glance upward.
Lena was already melting against the tall, muscular black man. Her voluptuous body—wide hips, heavy breasts barely contained by a thin white sundress—pressed tight to Darius’s hard chest. Her left hand, the one that still wore the diamond wedding band Mark had given her six years ago, was slowly stroking the massive bulge straining against Darius’s jeans. The ring glinted every time her fingers squeezed.
Darius finally broke the kiss with a low chuckle. “Strip, little man. All the way. Then back in your corner until I say otherwise.”
Mark obeyed instantly, peeling off the only piece of clothing he’d been allowed—a thin robe—leaving him completely naked. His tiny cock twitched uselessly as he returned to his knees. Darius watched him with cool contempt, one big hand possessively cupping Lena’s ass through her dress.
“Good boy,” Darius rumbled. “Now stay there and watch how a real man greets your wife.”
Lena giggled, the sound turning into a throaty moan as Darius lifted her easily, setting her on the edge of the bed. He kissed her again, deeper, hungrier. Mark’s face burned as he watched his wife’s legs part willingly, her dress riding up her thick thighs. Darius’s hand slid between them without hesitation, two long fingers pushing straight into her bare, already soaked cunt.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Lena gasped against his mouth. Her hips rolled, fucking herself on those thick fingers while her wedding ring flashed against the massive outline of Darius’s cock. “I’ve been dripping for you all day, baby. Mark’s little thing hasn’t touched me in weeks.”