Wife's Superior Bull Breeds Her in Hubby's Face

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.