I’m currently shaking, my walls still pulsing around Marcus’s massive black cock. He just spent an hour absolutely wrecking me, slamming into my cervix while my pathetic husband, Leo, watched from the floor.
Marcus finally pulled out with a wet pop, leaving me drenched and gaping. He didn’t even look at Leo as he commanded, “Clean her up, bitch.”
Leo scrambled forward on his knees, his face flushed with desperation. I looked down at him with pure disgust. “Look at this mess you let him make in me, Leo,” I sneered, spreading my legs wider to show him the thick, creamy ropes of cum leaking out of my pussy and dripping onto the sheets. “Get to work. Lick every single drop of his seed off my thighs and out of my cunt. Now.”
Leo didn’t hesitate. He dove in, his tongue frantically scrubbing my skin, slurping up Marcus’s load like the starving dog he is. I reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head harder into my soaking wet slit.
“Faster, you useless piece of shit,” I hissed, grinding my clit against his nose. “You aren’t worthy of even smelling him, but you’re going to make sure I’m spotless for the next time he decides to fuck me.”
Marcus laughed, leaning back and lighting a cigarette while Leo choked on the thick cum, desperately trying to please me. I love watching my husband realize that he’s nothing more than a living towel for a real man’s leftovers.





