Kim displayed my wife to me like a butcher might offer piece of meat.
Susan’s face was wet: Blood, sweat, tears….and Kim’s thick aromatic cum.
Kim had forced her to cum until exhaustion, bent her to agonized submissiveness.
She had nothing left to give, except me.
“He’s yours,” she mumbled. Kim cruelly yanked back her arms and the shockwave through her clawed and crushed breasts drove a sob from her battered mouth.
“I don’t need your
permission, bitch,” Kim said. “Tell him. Tell him you aren’t woman enough. Tell him that you
want him to fuck me, to save yourself, you pathetic excuse for a wife.”
Susan was broken. Her voice trembled, but she obeyed.
