Tori Lux

Upon meeting my partner, I realized that the conventional rules of monogamous matrimony may not suit my desires. Honoring a commitment to a man who fails to satisfy my every craving? It was an absurd notion. He may provide me with financial blessings, yet he leaves me yearning for ecstasy.
This is why I sought solace in the arms of the well-endowed Sean Michaels. Sparks ignited when I encountered this seductive ebony stud during a professional encounter. An idea dawned on me – what better moment to indulge in the rapture of an ample black manhood than now? Sean was taken aback upon glancing at my husband who gratefully assumed his new position as a willing cuckold, adorned in restraints.
Sensing Sean's hesitance tinged with desire, I directed my attention below his belt, revealing an organ far superior in size to my spouse's modest member. While my loyal cuckold silently observed, I welcomed Sean's generously proportioned phallus into my eager mouth, coaxing sighs of pleasure from within. Subsequently, in a lament, I relinquished control of my quivering inner sanctum to his potent member upon my desk, contrasting the contrast between our races.
Throughout this carnal spectacle, my compliant spouse donned a chastity device, a silent admission of his deferred pleasure – a disappointment reinforced by the passing years. The pinnacle of the symphony arrived as Sean released his flood of ecstasy upon my husband's deflated countenance, symbolizing my dominance. Indeed, my husband discerned that acceding to my whims was critical, avoiding riling beast within me that surfaces when provoked.