My Wife's Obsession

Anna Kovachenko's craving hit hard tonight. She dressed for cock. Her cucky husband Brandon walked into the restaurant seconds after last call, and the only guy left was the bartender scrubbing the bar. Don Sudan clocked her tiny skirt and harder nipples straight away, already wondering why her pint-sized frame came glued to a man who'd abandoned his seat the moment his wife spotted the tented front of Don's pants. Brandon didn't stand a chance. Anna grabbed Don's thick wrist, curled his palm between her thighs for a direct squeeze, and told him her husband was useful for paying tabs, nothing more. One clink of her ring beside Don's heavy bulge sealed the invite. Home. Lights low. Anna peeled the scrap of skirt down one hip at a time while she bragged on Don's size. "Brandon's teeny cock leaves me wide open for real dick, wants in deep, wants to split me," she said, smirk sharp, voice breathy. Don dropped his pants; hung heavy, vein-swollen, damn near hammer-length down his thigh. She knelt, weighed it against her face, then tried to stretch her little pussy around the head while Brandon stood at the wall stroking himself uselessly. "Fuuuuck—so full," she hissed once her cunt finally swallowed half. Don slid her down the rest in a steady drive. Her hips kicked once before locking on tight. Moaning shredded into filth, vocal jabs while her cunt clapped wet around every inch. "Stretches like Sunday sin," she laughed past gritted teeth. "He's half this long and can't keep it up—worthless for anything but watching." Don held her thighs spread open, snapped his hips in mean shots that jolted her petite frame. She writhed between praise and degradation, begging Don deeper, chaining curses at her slumped cuck. Don surged, unloading heavy ropes inside her clasping sleeve, then yanked free so the thick spill oozed directly onto Brandon's waiting tongue. Anna rubbed the mess across her swollen lips so every drop slid down, knowing her stomach clenched each time she watched her husband lick the pool from her opening, tasting another man's seed the way she purred he deserved.