Cornudo esposo cocinando mientras yo follo con su mejor amigo – Creampie- Sara Blonde

Sara Blonde, the voluptuous vixen, sauntered into the kitchen, her hips swaying hypnotically with each sultry step. Her lover, Logan Salamanca, trailed behind her, his hungry eyes devouring her every curve. The unsuspecting husband, the cuckold, was blissfully unaware of the debauchery that was about to unfold, focused intently on the sizzling pan before him.

Sara leaned against the counter, her ample bosom heaving with anticipation. “Mmm, something smells delicious,” she purred, her gaze locked on the man cooking, oblivious to the sinful thoughts swirling in her mind.

Logan moved behind her, his hands gliding over her hips, pulling her body flush against his. She arched her back, pressing her rear against his growing arousal. The husband, still engrossed in his culinary task, had no clue that his best friend was groping his wife right behind him.

Sara’s hand reached back, cupping Logan’s firmness through his jeans. She couldn’t resist the temptation, the thrill of being caught, the excitement of deceiving the unsuspecting fool standing mere feet away. She slowly unzipped Logan’s fly, freeing his engorged member.

“Ooh, something else smells even better,” she quipped, before sinking to her knees and taking Logan’s shaft into her eager mouth. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she expertly worked his length, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

The husband, still clueless, hummed a tune as he stirred the contents of the pan, oblivious to the depraved act unfolding mere feet away. Sara hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, reveling in the risk, the thrill of being caught. Logan’s breath grew ragged as she brought him closer to the edge.

Just as he was about to erupt, Sara pulled away, leaving him gasping. She stood, pushing her sundress over her shoulders, baring her magnificent breasts. Logan didn’t need any further invitation. He spun her around, bending her over the counter, her ass in the air.

“Fuck me,” she begged, looking over her shoulder at him. “Right here, right now. Fuck me while he cooks for us.”

Logan wasted no time. He yanked her panties aside, teasing her slick entrance with the tip of his cock. She moaned, pushing back against him, demanding more. With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, stretching her, filling her completely.

The husband turned, spatula in hand, just as Logan began to piston in and out of Sara’s needy pussy. Her moans filled the kitchen, echoing off the walls. The husband froze, his eyes widening in shock as he witnessed the depravity.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he stammered, his face turning beet red.

Sara’s eyes flashed with defiance. “What does it look like I’m doing?” She pushed back against Logan, meeting his powerful thrusts. “I’m getting fucked by a real man, unlike you, you pathetic cuckold!”

The husband sputtered, his eyes wide with humiliation, unable to look away from the sight of his wife being relentlessly pounded by his best friend. Sara’s moans grew louder, more wanton as Logan’s pace became more furious, more desperate.

“Fuck, yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!” she cried, her words echoing through the kitchen. The husband watched, transfixed, his mouth agape, as her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust.

Logan reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub. Sara’s moans turned to screams of ecstasy as her body began to quake, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Logan followed soon after, his body tensing as he released deep inside her, his hot seed filling her to the brim.

Exhausted but sated, they collapsed against the counter, Sara’s legs still shaking from the intensity of her climax. The husband stood frozen, his mind reeling, unable to process what he had just witnessed.

Sara smiled at him, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Don’t just stand there, cuckold. Come clean up the mess you’re best friend made inside your wife.”

The husband swallowed hard, his face a mask of shame and humiliation. With trembling hands, he reached for a towel, stepping forward to attend to the creampie dripping down his wife’s thighs, the evidence of her infidelity.

As he knelt before her, his head bowed, Sara couldn’t help but let out a triumphant laugh. She had won, and she knew it. The husband was hers to control, hers to manipulate as she saw fit. And she would relish every moment of it, every drop of semen she could make him clean up.

With a smug smile, she sauntered past him, her hips swaying once more as she left the kitchen in search of something to drink. The husband remained kneeling, his mind reeling, as Logan zipped up his pants and followed her, leaving him alone with his shame and the sordid scene he had been forced to bear witness to.

But as shameful as the act was, the husband knew he would do it all again. For he was a true cuckold, bound to serve his wife, to obey her every command, no matter how depraved. And deep down, he knew he deserved it, deserved to be humiliated, to be used as mere fodder for Sara and her lovers’ pleasure.

The end.