Cuckold Cooks While I Fuck Her Husbands Big Cock – Sara Blonde – Salome Gil – Logan Salamanca

“Cuckold Cooks While I Fuck Her Husband’s Big Cock”

If you had told seminaked Logan Salamanca that he would be eagerly waiting for his buddy’s wife to come over for her weekly cuckolding sessions, he would have scoffed in disbelief. After all, he was a proud, virile male, or so he thought. But now, here he was, the very picture of impatience as he hovered by the front door, peek hole at the ready.

It began innocently enough – a friendly poker game with the guys from work.appendix lnvoked by a few alcoholic beverages and womanizing braggartory, one of Logan’s colleagues, a balding man in his 40s, piped up, “Bet you couldn’t satisfy my wife, Sara.” The men hooted and hollered, wagering on the outcome.

Little did Logan know that Sara Blonde would set his world on fire – with her cool confidence, her towering physique, and her insatiable appetite for alphas who packed superior heat. One passionate tryst later, Sara’s husband was put in his place – cuckolding 101, basic course.

By night two of Sara’s weekly visits, Logan was putty in her expertly-manicured hands. She deftly retrieved his mushroom-tipped pole, glory-hole style, through an intimidating stockade of boxes. Sara locked onto her target with laser focus, her sensual mouth encapsulating Logan’s tip with practiced smoothness. Eyes fluttering shut, she descended upon him with zealous bobbing, gradually engulfing his impressive length.

Logan’s nostrils flared, the sight of Sara’s cavernous tonsils stretched around his manhood so intoxicating he Literally staggered backwards despite the packed boxes pinning him to the wall. With skillful tongue flicks around his corona, Sara produced a flood of pre-cum that flowed freely down her throat. The force and slickness of her greedy sucking defied belief.

Sara’s husband was none the wiser, blissfully unaware of his cuckolding demolition on the other side of the wall. He was contentedly peeling potatoes, a man lost in culinary reverie – boiling the spuds, salting the water, and measuring in grains of rock salt. Humming an off-key tune, he arranged the boiled spuds on a stormy grey platter, crisp and golden.

Meanwhile, Logan was losing his mind. Defeated by the rhythmic sucking, he threw his head back, gasping and trembling uncontrollably as he released jet after jet of cum. Sara lapped it up eagerly, the taste and texture of Logan’s thick load sending ripples of pleasure down to her core.

She didn’t pause to clean up but moved on to the next phase of her hot cuckolding session. Extending her bum through lacing between the boxes, she gave Logan ample opportunity to worship her voluptuous booty. He eagerly accepted the invitation, his hands gliding over the warm, silky flesh, testing its resilience with loving slap.

Sara’s hole eagerly accepted Logan’s lithe, thickly-veined shaft. She began grinding back to meet his strokes, impaling herself on his manhood with increasing vigor. Sex noises from the other side of the wall rose to a pitch that echoed in the cramped studio. Despite his inebriated state, Sara’s husband swore he heard something. He approached the wall gingerly, listening intently.

Sara’s lungs and back arched smoothly towards Logan, their rhythm reaching a peak as Logan approached the grand finale. She sent an invisible command, bringing the tip of his shaft into direct contact with her greedy cervix. She let out a throaty moan, muscles tensing, arching back in a wicked curve every time they connected.

Logan exploded inside her pussy with a groan of triumph, cum splattering her tonsils in a flurry of wet boluses. Sara copiously swallowed her choice man’s hot, thick cream while grinding Logan’s cock like a broken dry cycle, thoroughly milking him.

On the other side of the wall, the cuckolded husband froze. Nyle contemplated his next move, unsure of how to confront the shameful truth of his wife’s infidelity in the face of Logan’s manhood. Should he ring the doorbell, burst in on the embracing couple, or silently retreat, preparing to surrender his wife’s affections to Logan’s manhood for good?

For now, he gritted his teeth and continued his task, willing himself not to consider the bountiful explosions still happening on convenient Monday night. Moving on to the potatoes, he removed the cooled and crisp skinned spuds, lining them in the pot. Meticulously, he took a spoon of yellowed butter from an old plastic butter dish, applied it liberally over the spuds, and sprinkled them with salt to taste, seasoning with pepper and parsley.

Reaching for an ancient wooden salad bowl, he turned a tart head of lettuce, shredding it into slices with cold dull knife, grumbling, “Damn thing’s not sharp.” After adding cucumber slices, he seasoned the salad with pepper, vinegar, and olive oil, tossing it together with a serving utensil.

After Nyle had prepared and served dinner, he and his wife retired to their bedroom, while Logan retired to the comfort of his double bed, basking in the afterglow of yet another successful cuckolding session.

As their little cuckolding arrangement continued, Nyle secretly looked forward to the weekly entries, subconsciously hoping to eventually glimpse the sight of Logan’s immense manhood stretching his wife’s holes. For now, he just busied himself with catering to his wife’s needs, praying she never desires his inferior equipment again.

And so Logan’s secret Monday night rendezvous with Sara continued, Nyle none the wiser about his wife’s infidelity. Perhaps one day, he would muster the courage to confront them, but for now, he chose the path of least resistance – toiling away in the kitchen, cooking for two while his wife’s pussy, and mouth, were fully served by another’s penis