Letting your girl flirt with others cos you know you can’t satisfy
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She may prefer your bigger cock but she can’t bite your huge biceps so who’s winning here
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My first serious boyfriend was a trans man I dated in high-school. We weren’t a great match, so when he told me he cheated on me, I assume it was as a way to break up… but I didn’t mind! I didn’t know I had this kink at the time, but when he told me, I wasn’t angry, I just thought it made sense! Like, huh, yeah obviously you would want to see other people, you are too perfect not to share! I told him this, and he got upset, and dumped me on the spot. I still miss him a lot, and hey, maybe my husband and him can met up and cheat all over again! I hope so haha
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I’ve been thinking of that!!! ໒꒰ྀི ⁄ ⁄>⁄⩊⁄<⁄ ⁄ ⑅꒱ྀི১ 💞💞💞 wahhh we really are in sync!
mmmmm I’d love to see a mister beating you up and then have him make out with me after. imagining a BWC mister with knuckles all bruised, breathing all heavy, sweaty, then fixing his eyes on me to claim his reward ahhhh 😵💫💞💞 maybe he’ll even take me right in front of you, but he kicks you out in the middle so all you can do is try and listen through the door 😋💞💞
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I love getting sexy outfits for my girlfriend and her wearing it in public like at bars or clubs. And she has a rule. For every Alpha that comes and flirts with her I have to buy the drinks. Do you want to pick came more than one alpha in there it all you drink and at the end of the night she will pick who she wants and then I’ll either take him out for dinner I’ll go to the casino nice jacuzzi hotel for them. There has been times where she picked more than one. And if I find an alpha that’s a perfect match for us is automatically chosen. My type of alpha she loves but doesn’t pick them right away
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Amo quando la mia ragazza mi manda gli screen delle chat con gli amanti che le mandano la foto del 🍆. Ci divertiamo a discuterne e ci eccitano… troppo bello essere cuckold…
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It was just a fantasy, until it wasn’t. you’d always fantasized just a little bit about watching your girlfriend fuck another man, but it was nothing you’d really pursued.
Until the three of us ended up snowed in. Until the wine flowed a little too free. Until the vibes were just a little too good. she took off her top jokingly and it was just fun amongst friends. I grabbed her tits and it was a joke. I drew her nipples into My mouth and you got quiet when she let out a little moan. The mood shifted.
Suddenly you felt yourself getting hard as you watched her laughter turn into stifled moans, and you nodded at Me as I slipped a hand up her skirt.
It was just a fantasy until you watched her take My much larger cock far deeper into her throat than she’d ever allowed you. Until I slapped her and choked her more violently than you’d ever dare. Until you watched the woman you make love to turn into a sex crazed, taboo freak. she knew you were there and even that knowledge couldn’t stop her from doing things you’d both regret. Couldn’t stop her from saying things to Me, to you, ABOUT you that you’d never be able to rid your mind of. you watched a large dick and a man, a real man, who knew how to use it take her body and mind from you in a matter of moments.
“Don’t worry, baby” she says. “you’ll always have my heart…Do you mind if I meet Him at His place for lunch on Thursday?”
you DO mind, but you don’t say so. you wouldn’t want to lose her heart too.
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Cuckold
17:40 sto amando il mio plug rende lo studio più piacevole e il cazzo gocciolante, lei é fuori probabilmente a farsi scopare da un altro,
ha detto che al suo ritorno vuole usare lo strapon…devo farle trovare il mio culo pronto.
La amo
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Stasera é la tipica serata del cornuto, a casa sul letto a scorrere tumblr. Chiuso in castità mentre mi eccito scorrendo i vari blog. Lei é fuori a farsi sbattere dall’amante… spero torni soddisfatta, sicuramente mi chiederà al suo ritorno di farsi sbattere i suoi buchi rotti e usati,
la amo.
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he’d always wanted this. It had taken years to admit it to himself. So many years where you’d asked him to be rougher, meaner, aggressive, violent, degrading. he tried but…you were his angel, how could he treat you like that?
But you wanted it so badly, and finally he turned to Me. he knew I had no issues taking what I wanted. Taking everything My girls had to give. he wanted Me…he needed Me, to do that to you, for both of you.
you were reluctant. your hesitation and trepidation were on full display as I entered the room. he sat quietly in the corner, in the dark. The bed was lit only by a pair of nightstand candles.
you were cold to My touch. Resistant and unwilling. I pressed you onto your back, firmly. you resisted but your body didn’t hold the strength to resist My intentions. I saw your resolve falter as soon as you realized your will was of no consequence here. you turned to look at him but My grip on your chin pulled your gaze back to Me. “he can’t give you what you’re here to receive.”. your breath caught.
I leaned in close and put My lips to your ear. you put your hands on My chest to push Me away but they lacked any force. It was performative at best. I let you hear My breath, and your hands felt My chest heave and My pulse quicken. I felt the heat from you cheek against Mine as you flushed. I growled, rumbling and deep, and you gasped as your hips involuntarily rose. There was My sign.
I slipped My hand into your panties and found the proof that your body had already decided to yield even if your mind hadn’t caught up. I pulled My hand from your wetness and slid two fingers into your mouth. With your tongue, you tasted, knew what I knew, and your mind gave way.
Any gentle pretense immediately evaporated as you lurched your tongue into My mouth, and I pinned your arms above your head with one large hand as My kiss forced your head deep into the pillow top. your mouth was pulled violently from Mine by the roots of your hair, and you were spun 90° so your head hung from the bed. My cock was free and you greedily opened your mouth, for him to see, before My body interposed itself and all he could see was My back as he heard the violent sounds of My dick raping your throat, accompanied by your enthusiastic moans and whines. The noises turned desperate and scared as I pressed deeper, longer, and harder into your throat. I was well past anywhere he’d have dared push, if his average dick was even capable of such a thing. he couldn’t see your hands frantically trying to push Me out, but he could see your body convulsing and hear your gagging and wretching as you tried to throw up but couldn’t. As you tried to breathe but found no air. I pulled out and let him see you gasp for air, tears, snot, and spit spilling from your face to pool on the carpet below.
you were crying, but he didn’t come to save you. Didn’t stand up. Couldn’t even look at you. he had given you to Me and I was not someone he was capable of crossing whether he’d changed his mind or not.
I spun you around, flipped you over, and forced Myself inside your greedy, adulterous cunt, and without being able to see him, your mind couldn’t hold on to his presence and you began to cum. Deeply, prolonged, and frequent, time faded and you begged Me to ruin you. I defiled you for an hour in front of him, as you made noises he’d never heard and said vile things he never knew you had in your vocabulary.
As you lay broken, panting, blank, I pulled out and pressed into your ass, a hole no one has ever taken before. you had no energy to stop Me, and he had no will to do so. you lay limp and whimpering as I took your ass, and began to weep as you came in a way you never thought possible. he made the first audible noise since we began. A crushed sound from a man who watched his innocent wife die in his mind forever. Replaced by a wanton, disgusting whore who merely masqueraded as an innocent housewife for so many years.
I pulled out and dragged you by your hair before him. I held your body, dangling from your hair, like a fresh kill a hunter was putting on display. you looked him in the eyes and sobbed, before I tossed you into his lap. he didn’t hold you. he only thanked Me and stared at the far wall searching for something he’d lost forever.
you heard the door click as I left, and mourned the loss of your fairy tale marriage. you cried a little harder as the thought of seeing Me again made your pussy twitch.