Cuckoldress Tori Lux

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When I first met my cuckold husband, I knew I’d have to break the rules for our wedding vows. Maintain your devotion to Mr. Smallcock? Please give me a break. He’s a great guy who keeps me rolling in cash, but I’m not rolling in orgasms, which is where beefy bull Sean Michaels comes in. I was interviewing the handsome black god when I realized I had the perfect opportunity to get my body shaking and quivering from a big black cock right then and there. Sean’s jaw dropped to the floor when he saw my husband, now and forever a cuckold, arrive at our meeting dressed as a horse and in bondage. Sean almost left in shock, but I put him at ease when I unbuttoned his pants and found myself face to face with a cock the size of my husband’s thimble. My cuckold watched as my mouth opened like a garage door to take a hefty helping of black cock so deep that I thought it was going to come out of my snatch. After spending a considerable amount of time working on that black dick, I was soon bent over my desk, and my white pussy was now available for the taking. All of this was happening while my loser husband was watching, wearing a chastity belt just in case his cock got hard, which I knew it wouldn’t after years of disappointment. The cherry on top of today’s cake was when I jerked Sean’s big dick so it could blow a load on hubby’s head, demonstrating to him that I’m the cuckoldress. He agreed because he didn’t want to see me upset. When I’m angry, I can be a bitch.