A Creampie Cleanup Cuckold Fantasy

A Creampie Cleanup Cuckold Fantasy

 

Creampie cleanup cuckold – The room was filled with the sound of Carmen’s moans as she writhed beneath the man on the bed. I watched from my place in the corner. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. I mean, was I supposed to really be the creampie cleanup cuckold? And why was my face burning with a mixture of arousal and humiliation?

The muscular man above Carmen gripped her hips tightly as he thrust into her, his pace quickening. She arched her back, pressing herself against him and urging him on. Her long, dark hair fanned out around her on the pillow, obscuring her face.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of the hot creampie cleanup cuckold fantasy before me.

The way he took charge, dominating Carmen with each forceful thrust, sent a shiver down my spine. It was everything I had never known I wanted but now craved desperately. “Fuck…you feel so good,” the man groaned, his voice rough with desire. Carmen’s only response was a breathy moan as she clutched at the sheets beneath her.

Meanwhile, I, the future creampie cleanup cuckold,  shifted uncomfortably in the corner. I’d undone my pants and wasn’t even trying to hide the fact I was touching myself. The ache of need was almost unbearable. But I knew better than to interrupt them. This was their time, not mine.

“Cum for me,” the man growled, his grip on Carmen’s hips tightening even more.

Her moans grew louder and more urgent as she neared climax. Then she let out a cry of pleasure that echoed through the room as she came undone beneath him. The man followed soon after with a low grunt of satisfaction before collapsing onto the bed beside Carmen. For a moment, all I could hear was heavy breathing and the faint creaking of the bedframe beneath them.

I knew I wasn’t meant to get turned on. After all, I was only playing the part of the creampie cleanup cuckold. Yet I could feel my tiny little cock getting harder as I carried on watching. Then Carmen turned her head slightly to look at me from where she lay on the pillow. Her dark eyes were hooded with desire and something else that I couldn’t quite place.

“Come here, baby,” she said softly, her voice a seductive purr.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I had heard her correctly. But then she patted the space on the bed next to her, and I knew there was no mistaking her intent. My heart raced as I made my way over to them. The man shifted slightly to give me room, but he didn’t say anything. I could feel his eyes on me as I climbed onto the bed and kneeled beside Carmen.

She reached out and ran a finger lightly along the small length of my cock, making it twitch in response. Then she looked up at the man with a wicked grin. “Such a mess you made,” she said teasingly. “Why don’t you clean it up?” My face burned with humiliation as I realized what she was asking me to do. But even so…

I couldn’t deny the surge of arousal that shot through me at the thought of being the pathetic little creampie cleanup cuckold.

I watched as Carmen wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked me slowly from base to tip. Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. “Go on,” she urged gently. “I know you want to.” Without another word, I lowered myself down until my face was level with Carmen’s pussy. She spread her legs wide open for me, offering herself completely.

The man’s cum was still dripping out of her, mixed with her own arousal. The heavy scent filled my nostrils and sent a shiver down my spine. With trembling hands, I reached out and used my fingers to spread her lips apart, revealing the swollen nub of her clit. Then I leaned in and flicked my tongue against it tentatively.

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