The Cuckold
A Fictional SPH Story by Camwhore1. Owen heard the front door open at half past nine. He was already on his knees in the living room, the way Corinne liked him to wait when she brought company home. His little cock was already twitching against his thigh, half-hard and useless, no bigger than his thumb. He had been thinking about this all week. Corinne came in first, tall and glowing, wearing a black dress that hugged her hips. She looked
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