🌹 My Pathetic Cuckold Husband 🌹
Her radiance glows brighter than the stars — her words shimmer with power and pleasure.
The air in the master bedroom was thick, heavy with expensive perfume and the electric tension of absolute dominance. Rose, a vision of polished malice, stood framed by the satin sheets, her blonde hair a dazzling halo above her perfectly engineered body. She wore a sheer, black thong and a delicate bra struggling to contain the generous swell of her breasts.
Her husband, Mark, was exactly where she wanted him: kneeling rigidly by the bedside table, his eyes fixed on the gleaming tip of her stiletto.
“Pathetic,” Rose purred, the sound sharper than glass. She rested her slender foot on Mark’s shoulder, pressing down until he trembled slightly. “Look up, puppy. You need to pay attention.”
Mark raised his gaze just as Liam, a towering man whose body was all sculpted muscle, stepped into the space. Liam grinned, instantly recognizing the power dynamic.
“Ready to watch Mommy play, Mark?” Rose teased, twirling a finger through her large bust line, drawing Liam’s immediate, hungry focus.
Rose didn’t wait for an answer. She hooked her arms around Liam’s neck, pulling him down until her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. Her laughter echoed the sound of shattering pride. With a brazen moan aimed solely at her husband, Rose began to grind against her partner, reveling in the contrast between his strength and the pathetic weakness she knew was pooling in Mark’s lap.
“Feel that vibration, darling?” Rose whispered, her eyes locked on Mark’s horrified, yet fixed, expression. She pulled back just enough to lean down, her voice a poisonous velvet. “He’s so much bigger, so much harder than you, isn’t he? Now stay right there and don’t blink. You have to earn the right to clean up my mess.”