HUBBY CUCKED BY MUSCLE MOMMY VANESSA ARIZONA AND THE XXX SLAYER

“Hubby Cucked by Muscle Mommy Vanessa Arizona and the XXX Slayer”

The doorbell rang, its chime echoing through the quiet house. Mark rushed to open the door, anticipating the arrival of his wife’s friend. Little did he know, his world was about to be turned upside down by the raven-haired beauty standing before him.

Vanessa Arizona, the so-called “XXX Slayer,” was a sight to behold. Her voluptuous figure, toned muscles, and piercing green eyes left Mark breathless. She smirked, her yellow-fanged smile making his heart race.

“Hello, Mark. I’m here for a little… fun,” Vanessa purred, pushing past him and entering the house. Mark, caught off guard by her boldness, could only stammer a response.

“I-is my wife expecting you?” he asked, trying to maintain his composure. Vanessa laughed, the sound like music to his ears.

“Oh, she will be. When she finds out what I’ve done to her precious husband,” the muscle mommy replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Before Mark could protest, Vanessa grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the living room. She pushed him onto the couch and straddled him, her hips grinding against his growing arousal.

“Now, be a good boy and let Mommy take care of you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. Mark’s mind raced, torn between excitement and trepidation. But as Vanessa’s hands explored his body, he found himself losing control.

She tore open his shirt, buttons flying across the room, and leaned down to plant a wet kiss on his chest. Mark gasped, his body responding to her touch. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, desperate for release.

Vanessa smiled, her fangs glinting in the light. She slid down his body, unbuckling his belt and tugging his pants down. Mark’s cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, and Vanessa licked her lips.

“Mmm, looks like someone’s ready for Mommy,” she said, wrapping her hand around his shaft. Mark moaned, his hips bucking up to meet her touch. Vanessa pumped him slowly, teasingly, until he was panting with need.

She leaned in and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Mark cried out, his hands fisting in her hair. Vanessa bobbed up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, until Mark was sure he would explode.

But just as he was about to reach his peak, Vanessa pulled away. She stood up, unzipping her tight dress to reveal her toned, muscular body. Her breasts were full and round, nipples hard with excitement. Mark’s mouth watered at the sight.

Vanessa climbed back onto the couch, straddling him once more. She reached down and guided him into her hot, wet core. Mark groaned as she sank down onto him, her walls clenching around his cock. She began to ride him, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, and Mark lost himself in the sensation.

He grabbed her ass, pushing her down harder, deeper. Vanessa moaned, her back arching as she took him fully. She rode him harder, faster, until the room was filled with the sound of their moans and the slap of flesh against flesh.

When her orgasm finally hit, Vanessa threw her head back and cried out Mark’s name. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock, and Mark came with a roar. He filled her up, his seed spilling into her and dripping down her thighs.

They collapsed together, panting and spent. Vanessa nuzzled Mark’s neck, her teeth grazing his skin.

“There, now. Isn’t that better than just being a little hubby?” she whispered. Mark could only nod, overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened.

But as the haze of lust began to clear, Mark realized the truth. He had been cuckolded by Vanessa Arizona, the “XXX Slayer,” and there was no going back. His wife would never look at him the same way again.

The thought should have made him sad, but instead, it filled him with a perverse sense of pride. He had been fucked by a legend, after all. And as Vanessa dressed herself and sashayed out the door, Mark could only marvel at the turns his life had taken.

His wife would return soon, and he would have to explain the strange smell of sex that filled the air, the ripped clothing, and his own blissful, sated expression. But for now, Mark simply lay on the couch, a satisfied smile on his face, and dreamed of the day Vanessa would return to cuckold him once more.