Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Noah planned the most perfect Valentine’s date for us. After six months of dating, he hoped tonight would be the first night of the rest of OUR lives. On Valentine’s Day 2024, he’d get down on his knee and slip his grandmother’s engagement ring around my finger as he asked me to be his wife. He thought he had everything planned perfectly: the restaurant, the meal, and even the music he’d requested the orchestra to play during the proposal.
Poor, stupid Noah. He had no way of knowing that the woman he wished to spend the rest of his life with would turn him into a clean-up cuck on the very same night she became his fiance.
Valentine’s Clean-up Cuck
I wore a red lacy teddy under my backless cocktail dress with tall cherry red pumps. Noah was practically drooling when he picked me up. I could feel his nervous energy as he opened the car door for me and stayed pretty quiet during the drive. The expensive restaurant he parked in front of was one of my favorites, but not because of the menu.
My big dicked ex-boyfriend worked as a bartender there. I felt the crotchless center of the teddy damped as we walked into the lobby. The Hostess led us to our table, and lucky for me, we had to walk past the bar to get there. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and made eye contact with Elijah as he worked a shaker over his shoulder. He looked so good in the white button-up shirt with a grey vest buttoned over it. His biceps bulged as he shook the cocktail in his hands, and my pussy pulsed when he winked.
As I sat across from my soon-to-be finance, I knew I’d make him prove his loyalty as a husband to be, by watching me wrap my fingers, with his grandmother’s ring sparkling back at me, around Elijah’s cock later tonight. If He wished me to be his wife, he’d watch me ride my ex’s cock until it creamed deep inside of me. After all of that, if he were a good boy and acted as my Valentine’s clean-up cuck, then he would have a happy wife forever.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208