My husband needs serious cock control. Well, maybe more like clit control! He thinks size doesn’t matter; that it is all about foreplay. WRONG LOSER. I had to give him a little wake up call. I told him that in order for me to fuck a cock it needs to be the size of a beer bottle. He is so delusional in thinking he has what I need. So many men live in the land of denial. I went to the kitchen, got him a bottle of beer. Came back, instructed him to get naked and compare. The beer bottle obscured his pecker in the first pic I took. Now that is pathetic. Clearly, my cucky hubby is nowhere near what I need or want.
He then tried to tell me, no man has a cock that big. So I showed him a pic of a guy I picked up at the gym last week. His cock was clearly bigger than a beer bottle. You see guys, size matters. Get your head out of your asses. Stop thinking shit like it’s the motion of the ocean, or how you use what you got that matters. Or worse, love is all a woman needs. It is all hogwash started by fellow tiny dick losers. Hot, confident , sexy women like myself need a man. We need cock, not clit. If I want a clitty stick lover, I’ll fuck a woman.
My husband is struggling with being a cuckold. He wants to fuck me. I can’t blame him, I am smoking hot. But look at me, then look at him. I married him for his bank account. He is a good provider. Very doting and caring. I love him in my own way. But, never going to fuck him. Men have to wake up. This is not the 1950s. Women know now that not all cocks are created equal, and some are downright superior to the rest. My lovers are between beer can thick and beer bottle long, but they are never shot glass size. I gave him an ultimatum. Be a good cuckold, or I divorce you, take half of all you got, and I’ll find a man who knows his place or has a big cock and a big wallet.
He doesn’t want to lose me, so he is not going to fight me any further. In fact, last night, he watched as my well hung young black lover pounded my married cunt for hours. That BBC filled my cunt up with more jizz in one load than my hubby can muster in a 100 loads. I wanted my husband to taste a real man’s seed, so I squatted my pussy over his beer bottle, pushed the cum out into his beer and made him drink it up. “Cheers,” I said. I then let him fuck his ass with the beer bottle as a consolation prize, while I went for round two with the real man of the house.
I don’t care if you are a great guy with a huge wallet. If you have a clit stick, I control your cock. If you have a beer bottle for a dick, you own my pussy. Nothing else matters but size.
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