As I withdraw my still-throbbing member from her cave, dropping with my heavy load, a sense of triumph and exhilaration courses through my freaking veins.
I immediately glanced at her husband, whose eyes are brimming with hatred and despair as he cradles his armless torso, seeing my load overflowing from her wife's cunt.
" What's wrong?... Is something bothering you? " I taunt him mockingly. " I guess, you didn't expect your wife to enjoy herself so much? Well! it was just my superior performance that left her begging for more so, don't feel too insecure about it, " I said. Laughing heartily at the defeated man before me.
I tuck your spent weapon back into my robe as I adjust my clothing.
As I turn to leave, a devious idea forms in my mind - one that will not only humiliate this pathetic excuse for a husband but also solidify my status as an unstoppable force in his tiny mind.
Let's be honest, he is nothing more than a trash guy.
