Cuckold
Cuckold Fantasy
Cuckold Fantasy
Sadie Summers had Derek all to herself on vacation, but the man only sat there reading some book like a damn corpse. She shifted, thighs tight together, pussy already wet and restless, and waved over the waiter Musa Phoenix when he stopped by their loungers with a tray of fruit. Sadie sized him up slowly, eyes stuck on the heavy line under his shorts. She told him she wanted a banana. When Musa bent forward to let her pick one, Sadie slid her hand beneath the tray instead and grabbed the thick dick hiding in his pants. Derek jerked upright, mouth open. Musa went stiff, tray rattling. Sadie stayed perfectly calm. She yanked the shorts down and freed his massive cock, heavy and dark and already twitching. Derek hissed they’d both get tossed out for this, voice tight. She just held Musa’s shaft in one hand and showed him the tiny key dangling between her tits. Then she told Derek to prove who the real key fit—the minuscule cage locked around his own shriveled cock. Musa snorted, pointing, smirk wide. Still, his eyes scanned the lounge, and the cock in her grip only got harder. Sadie leaned in, tongue sliding around the fat head once, twice, sucking the salt off him right there. Musa dropped the tray on the table and reached for her like he already owned the next ten minutes.
Sadie Summers had Derek all to herself on vacation, but the man only sat there reading some book like a damn corpse. She shifted, thighs tight together, pussy already wet and restless, and waved over the waiter Musa Phoenix when he stopped by their loungers with a tray of fruit. Sadie sized him up slowly, eyes stuck on the heavy line under his shorts. She told him she wanted a banana. When Musa bent forward to let her pick one, Sadie slid her hand beneath the tray instead and grabbed the thick dick hiding in his pants. Derek jerked upright, mouth open. Musa went stiff, tray rattling. Sadie stayed perfectly calm. She yanked the shorts down and freed his massive cock, heavy and dark and already twitching. Derek hissed they’d both get tossed out for this, voice tight. She just held Musa’s shaft in one hand and showed him the tiny key dangling between her tits. Then she told Derek to prove who the real key fit—the minuscule cage locked around his own shriveled cock. Musa snorted, pointing, smirk wide. Still, his eyes scanned the lounge, and the cock in her grip only got harder. Sadie leaned in, tongue sliding around the fat head once, twice, sucking the salt off him right there. Musa dropped the tray on the table and reached for her like he already owned the next ten minutes.
