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Title: “Ripe for the Plucking: A Cuckold’s Tale of Tawdry Tendrils and Voluptuous Voyeurism”
The busty, buxom babe sauntered into the dimly lit boudoir, her pert, perky tits barely constrained by the flimsy fabric of her lacy bra. This was it – the night she would fulfill her husband’s most shameful, sordid fantasy. She was about to be tamed, teased, and then taken like a proper human cow by a burly black bull twice her size.
Her name was Yumi, a petite Japanese minx with an insatiable appetite for ebony cock. At just 5’2″ and 95 lbs, she was a tiny, tantalizing morsel – a protocol-breaching, submissive, submissive succubus. Tonight, she would surrender her lewd little loins to the throbbing, veined, veiny monster she so desperately craved.
As she slinked towards the bed, her husband sat motionless, hands bound, eyes covered by a silky scarf. His name was cytochrome, and although his cock was hard as rock, his heart was racing with mingled shame and anticipation.
“Yumi, my darling,” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s time. It’s finally happening…”
She didn’t answer him. Instead, she quietly padded over to the bed, sliding her hands under theesee sheets to reveal the hulking, sculpted, ebony Adonis she knew as Jacques LaFite. His dark skin glistened under the dim light, and his ginormous, engorged member stood at stiff attention, throbbing and glistening with pre-cum.
“H-hey there,” Jacques said with a smirk, his beefy hand fondling Yumi’s pert tit. “Happy to see me?”
Yumi could do nothing but groan in lustful agreement. She dropped to her knees and invaded the thick, meaty goodness of Jacques’ beautiful black cock. She swirled her tiny pink tongue round its sultry surface, savoring every sleek, slick inch. Jacques groaned with satisfaction, groaning louder as Yumi worked her wet, warm mouth down his massive shaft.
With swift, calculated precision, Corporal Cyrus timed his stroke and whipped off the blindfold covering his eyes. What he witnessed enraged and aroused him in equal parts. Yumi was still bobbing eagerly up and down on Jacques’ throbbing rod, while the beefy bull grotesquely grabbed her tiny bones and viciously drove between her bloodshot eyes.
“Happy anniversary, Cy,” Yumi cooed, thick globs of saliva dripping off her chin as she momentarily detached from the stiff shaft.
To keep reading: [amping up his vocabulary] “The copious gallons of pre-cum clenched onto the bulbous head of Jacques’ throbbing ebony deity, drunk with a concoction of hormones and biochemistry that elicited feelings of jealous rage and forbidden lust.”
[egotistical] “Under her mesmerized trance, she never once flinched when he turgid, throbbing manhood tore violently through the tenderrove petals of her lower lips with a series of brutally rough thrusts that ignited a purestrain oil fire within her quivering womb.”
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The beefcake Bulldozed brutally into Yumi’s tight twat, unleashing a trifecta of thunderous thrusts that rocked her petite body and rattled her teeth. Jacques was a Jackhammer, piling into her like an industrial berserker, harmless and unleashed. She could do nothing but moan and squeal, fighting to breathe through the blackness of pleasure.
From his constrained position, Corporal Cyrus could see everything. He watched as Yumi’s tight little pussy stretched obscenely to accommodate Jacques’ overworked megacock. Tears streamed down her face, but there was no mistaking the wild, wanton glee written across her features. She was in raptures, lost in a proactive cruise-晋onders of unadulterated ecstasy.
Jacques, for his part, had no qualms about displaying his beastly prowess. He grabbed Yumi’s lithe hips, his thumbs sinking into her meaty cheeks, and pounded away with a vengeance. His heavy black balls, thick as walnuts, swung brutally between his legs, slapping hatefully against her upturned derriere.
Yumi could take no more. With a shrill, screaming moan, she came, squirting her feminine copiousness all over the giant onyx missile destroying her delicate flower. It was too much for Jacques. Groaning deep in his chest, he disgorged a veritable flood of molten ebony spunk, flooding Yumi’s quivering, clutching channel with jet after jet of his potent, pungent sperm.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the beefcake finally stood still, his organ still buried in Yumi’s pulsing, Milky depths. Along his glistening ebony torso, rivulets of copious sweat reflected her beauty, while a satisfied grin stretched across his brutish features.
“Damn,” he said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “I think I’ve finally carved my name into this one’s mantelpiece. She’s got a tight little twat, but it’ll stretch to accommodate someday…the discipline!”
