Ryan Riesling

Ryan spreads her toes and the guy in her bed keeps pumping. Damien watches from the corner, cock locked tight, heart beating so hard he can feel it in his tongue. The man above his wife is bigger than he imagined possible, dark skin slick, veins standing out. Every thrust slaps skin against skin until the bed creaks like it might split. Ryan’s blonde hair sticks to her cheeks, tattoos shift across her ribs when she arches up to take him deeper. The bull finishes hard, hips jerking, cum spilling over the silver band on her finger. He pulls out slow, leaves a fat streak across the diamond. Damien’s mouth goes dry. He already knows what happens next. He drops to his knees, tongue out, eyes locked on that ring. The bull laughs low, wipes himself on Ryan’s thigh, then points at the mess. “Clean it, pretty boy.” Damien leans in, tasting salt and heat. Ryan wiggles her foot against his locked cage and smiles without looking at him. The bull’s still hard. The night isn’t done.