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Sarah’s legs were shaking as Brock railed her from behind, her perfect tits bouncing with every savage thrust. Timmy had finished the sheets and was now kneeling exactly where she’d ordered him to — right beside the bed, face level with the action like a pathetic little cuck portrait.
“Look at that, Brock,” Sarah purred, voice dripping with mockery, “he actually knelt. Thirty seconds of being told what to do and he’s already trained better than my last dog. God, you’re so fucking useless, aren’t you Timmy?”
She reached down and flicked the tiny pink cage locked around his pathetic shrimp dick.
“This thing hasn’t seen the light of day in months and it’s still trying to get hard. How does it feel knowing your wife’s getting stretched out by a real cock while your sad little worm is trapped in plastic? Does it burn, sweetheart? Does it make your watery balls ache?”
Brock grunted and slammed into her harder. Sarah moaned like a whore in heat, eyes rolling back before she forced herself to look at her husband again.
“I’ve been thinking… I don’t want you to wear a condom anymore when you fuck me, baby,” she told Brock, loud enough for Timmy to hear every word. “I want you to breed me. I want you to pump this married pussy full of thick, potent cum until I’m carrying your child.”
Timmy’s face crumpled. That one actually broke him. Sarah saw it and laughed — a bright, cruel, delighted sound.
“Aww, look at his little face! Did that one hurt, cucky? Did hearing that your wife wants to get knocked up by a bigger, better man finally snap that last pathetic thread of your manhood?”
She reached over and grabbed his chin hard while Brock kept destroying her from behind.
“Your sperm is literally tap water, Timmy. Thin, useless, and gone in thirty fucking seconds. The doctor said your count was so low it’s basically decorative. Why the fuck would I ever let that defective shit anywhere near my womb when I can get bred by a real man?”
Brock growled, getting close. Sarah’s voice turned filthy and sweet at the same time.
“Cum inside me, daddy. Fill me up. Make me pregnant while my husband watches like the fucking loser he is—”
Brock roared and buried himself to the hilt, flooding Sarah’s cunt with rope after rope of thick, virile cum. At the exact same moment, Sarah suddenly leaned forward and kissed Timmy — soft, deep, almost loving.
And the poor broken bitch came instantly in his cage.
Just a few pathetic, clear dribbles leaking out of his locked shrimp dick while his whole body twitched. Sarah pulled back from the kiss, looked down at the mess in his cage, and burst out laughing — a loud, mocking, uncontrollable laugh that echoed through the room.
“Oh my fucking god! Did you just cum from a kiss while a real man was breeding your wife? Thirty fucking seconds, as usual! One kiss and your sad little clit is leaking like a broken faucet!”
She looked at Brock with pure adoration, still leaking his cum down her thighs, then turned back to Timmy with a wicked smile.
“So tell me, sweetheart…” She winked, voice syrupy sweet. “Would you like to be a father? Or…” her eyes sparkled with evil delight, “…would you rather be a mother?”
Sarah blew him a kiss, still dripping another man’s load.
“Think about your answer very carefully, baby.