Feed Me Baby

Behind me, I opened the door and walked in, ready to meet my wife’s hot needs. I extended my wide hands towards her, ordering her. The husband shuddered when he saw my cock swell, not from excitement, but from humiliation. He could never make his wife feel the way she wanted me to. She pushed you aside with her feet, her perfectly groomed toes pressing into your chest. “Stay there,” your wife ordered, and like the obedient servant you were, you stayed on the edge of the room, forced to watch as I took control.

My hands gripped her thighs with a strength you had never had before. I bent her over the chair, sliding inside her with such force that she gasped in pleasure. The sound of her moans filled the room, echoing in your ears, each one a reminder of your helplessness. Your wife gripped the edges of the chair, pushing it back, each powerful thrust met with a hunger you could never satisfy.