Cuckolding Phone Sex doesn’t make sense unless you have ever seen a man’s soul shatter right in front of you! And baby, bet your sweet ass I have. I was wearing a red lace bra—just enough to barely contain my huge tits—and a black collar that said Queen in gold. My little cuck—let’s call him Brian—was already on his knees, naked except for the pathetic pink chastity cage I locked him in two weeks ago. His dick was trying so hard to get hard. Sad.
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I told him, “You’re gonna watch, you little worm. And you’re gonna pay me every time I scream for his cock.” And then my Bull showed up. Six-foot-four, thick, Black, and grinning like the god he is. Brian actually whimpered. Pathetic. I didn’t even kiss my cuck. I kissed my Bull. He grabbed my ass, bent me over the couch, and shoved that gorgeous third leg inside me like he owned it—which he fucking does.
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Every thrust made my tits bounce. Every moan made Brian’s locked dick twitch harder. And every time I said “Harder, Daddy!” I turned to Brian and whispered, “That’s another $50, loser.” He cried when my Bull came deep inside me. And I made him watch it drip out. You know what I did next? I pulled Brian by his leash and made him clean my pussy with that pathetic little tongue of his. I made him say “Thank you, Sir” with my Bull’s cum still on his lips. This is what you’re good for, boys. Watching. Paying. Cleaning. Never fucking.