"His cock is just too big and perfect, unlike yours, you pathetic little worm of a husband."
Juliana declared with a tone so smug it could've had its own throne.
Artis let out a hearty laugh, the kind that said he was thoroughly enjoying every second of this humiliating spectacle.
His hips began to move, sliding his monstrous shaft between Juliana's jiggling ass cheeks like it was his personal warm-up routine.
The obscene squelch of flesh against flesh echoed through the room, making Lui's already tomato-red face deepen into beet territory.
"You're a cuck, Lui. Don't even try to deny it. Look at yourself. You love seeing your wife with a real man, don't you?"
"I—NO! I DON'T!"
Lui shouted, his voice cracking like a teenager caught in a lie.
Artis raised an eyebrow, his grin widening like a predator who'd just cornered its prey.
"Oh, really? Then what if I do this?"
