BBC Bull Fucks Hotwife in Motel While Cuck Watches & Reclaims

Jessica stepped out of the shower in the cheap motel room, towel barely covering her curvy body. The place smelled like old cigarettes and cleaning spray. Michael, her husband, sat on the edge of the unmade bed scrolling through his phone. They had driven two hours just for this. The TV droned some afternoon talk show in the background.
“You sure about this?” Michael asked, voice a little shaky.
Jessica smiled, dropping the towel. Her full tits and thick ass were on full display. “Yeah. He’s already on his way. Just like we talked about.”
A knock came at the door ten minutes later. Michael opened it. Christopher stood there, tall, muscular, dark-skinned, wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans. He grinned when he saw Jessica already naked on the bed.
“Damn, you weren’t lying,” Christopher said, stepping inside and locking the door. “Your wife looks even better in person.”
Michael sat in the chair by the window like they agreed. His heart hammered as Christopher pulled off his shirt, revealing a ripped chest and abs. Jessica crawled to the edge of the bed, eager. She reached for Christopher’s belt, unzipping him quickly. His thick black cock sprang out, already half-hard and way bigger than Michael’s.
“Fuck, look at that,” Jessica whispered, wrapping both hands around it. She stroked him slowly at first, then leaned in and took him into her mouth. Wet sucking sounds filled the room. Michael watched, breathing heavy, his own dick twitching in his pants.
Christopher groaned, grabbing a handful of Jessica’s hair. “That’s it, baby. Suck that big dick.” He started fucking her face gently, pushing deeper until she gagged a little. Spit dripped down her chin onto her tits.
Michael couldn’t stay quiet. “God, you look so hot like that.”
After a few minutes, Christopher pulled out and pushed Jessica onto her back. He spread her legs wide, exposing her shaved pussy. “Your husband gonna watch me stretch this out?”
“Yes,” Jessica moaned. “Fuck me.”
Christopher rubbed his thick cockhead up and down her wet slit, teasing her. Then he pushed inside. Jessica gasped loud as he stretched her open. “Oh shit… it’s so fucking big.”
He started thrusting, slow and deep at first. The sound of skin slapping grew louder. Jessica’s tits bounced with every stroke. Michael leaned forward in the chair, eyes glued to where Christopher’s cock disappeared into his wife.
“Faster,” Jessica begged. Christopher picked up the pace, pounding her hard. The bed creaked. Her moans turned into loud cries. “Fuck me with that big black cock!”
Michael’s hand slipped into his pants. He stroked himself watching them. Christopher flipped Jessica over into doggy style, grabbing her hips and slamming into her from behind. Her ass rippled with every thrust. Sweat glistened on her back.
Christopher looked over at Michael. “You like seeing me wreck your wife’s pussy?”
“Yeah,” Michael admitted, voice hoarse.
Jessica came hard a minute later, shaking and pushing back against Christopher. Her moans echoed off the thin motel walls. Christopher didn’t slow down. He kept fucking her through it, making her cum again.
Michael suddenly gasped. His hand moved faster and he shot his load into his underwear without even getting fully undressed. Premature as always. He sat there embarrassed, cum soaking through.
Christopher laughed. “Damn, cuck came already? Your turn’s later.”
He pulled out and made Jessica lie on her back again. He climbed between her legs and slid back in, pounding missionary style. Jessica wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Fill me up. I want your cum.”
Christopher grunted, thrusting faster. His balls slapped against her ass. Finally he buried himself deep and unloaded, groaning loud as he pumped rope after rope of thick cum into Jessica’s pussy.
He stayed inside her for a moment, catching his breath, then pulled out slowly. White cum leaked from her stretched hole.
Michael was already moving. He dropped to his knees between Jessica’s legs. “My turn to reclaim.”
He buried his face in her creampie, licking and sucking Christopher’s cum out of her. Jessica moaned, holding his head there. “Clean it all up, baby. Taste what a real bull left inside me.”
Michael licked eagerly, his own spent dick twitching again. The taste was salty and strong. Jessica ground against his face until she came one more time.
When he finally came up for air, face shiny with cum and her juices, Jessica pulled him up and kissed him deep. “Good boy.”
Christopher was already pulling his pants back on. “You two are freaky as hell. Hit me up next time you’re in town.”
He left the motel room. Jessica and Michael lay on the messy bed. She reached down and felt his cock getting hard again.
“Ready to fuck me now?” she asked with a wicked smile.
Michael nodded. He climbed on top of her and slid into her sloppy, cum-filled pussy. It felt loose and wet from the bull. He fucked her hard, knowing he was reclaiming what was his. Jessica wrapped her arms around him, moaning encouragement.
“Fuck me, baby. Take back your wife’s pussy.”
They came together this time, Michael adding his own load on top of Christopher’s. Afterward they lay there breathing heavy, the TV still playing in the background.
Jessica laughed softly. “We should probably check out soon before housekeeping shows up.”
Michael nodded, pulling up his pants. The room smelled like sex and cheap motel sheets. Just another normal afternoon for them.