cuckold son: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Courage

The elevator climbs fifty floors in cuckold son, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “cuckold son” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch cuckold son,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “cuckold son… cuckold son… higher cuckold son.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “cuckold son” all the way down.