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I sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, watching my cuckold hubby kneel in front of me. His lips were slightly open, his eyes locked onto the creamy white mess dripping between my thighs. He knew what I expected of him. What his role was and what I had made him into. I ran my fingers through his hair, yanking just enough to make him whimper. “You see that?” I murmured, opening my legs and tilting my hips slightly forward, letting another drop spill onto my inner thigh.
“This is what a real man leaves behind!!” His breath skipped a beat, his hands were twitching at his sides, but he knew better than to touch me. That wasn’t his privilege anymore. That belonged to the other guy. The man who had just left me shaking, orgasmic and satisfied in a way my husband never could.
I traced a finger through the sticky evidence of my pleasure, bringing it to my lips and sucking it clean, watching the way his eyes darkened with need for taste. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I teased. “To be my little clean-up slave toy? To know that he got what you
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never could?” He nodded frantically, his face burning with shame and arousal. I spread my legs wider, my wet black cunt glistening in the dim light. “Then do your job, cuck. Clean me up!!”
He dove forward, tongue eager, desperate, slurping up every drop like the pathetic little thing he was. I sighed, leaning back on my elbows, letting him worship me the only way he was good for. “Maybe next time,” I laughed, tangling my fingers in his hair again, pressing his face harder against my thighs, “I’ll let him stay and watch you. Let him see just how pathetic you are—cleaning up what you’ll never be man enough to claim.” He moan shaking up against me, and I smirked, knowing he’d never want it any other way. “You will forever be my cuck hubby, won’t you?” He agreed in shame.
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