My Steamy Story: 69 with a futa wife...

My Story Time:

Okay, so my wife and I were just having a super chill, lazy Sunday, right? We were high-key just vibing on our boujee-ass king-sized bed, scrolling and cuddling. Then she got this look, you know the one—that spicy, 'I'm finna ruin you' glint in her eyes. She leaned over and was like, "Bet you can't make me forget my own name." And I was like, "Challenge accepted, bestie."

Next thing I know, we're in a 69 that was just... iconic. I'm on top, lowering my pussy onto her mouth, and she's got this gorgeous, hard cock standing at attention for me. The second my lips wrapped around the head of her dick, I was shook. She tastes so clean and salty, and I just went for it, taking her deeper while her tongue started working magic on my clit. I was moaning around her shaft, the vibrations making her hips buck, and she was groaning into my cunt, the sound making me even wetter. I could feel her stiff length hitting the back of my throat while her fingers dug into my ass, pulling me harder against her face. The whole room was just filled with the sounds of us going at it—slurping, gasping, me whimpering "Oh fuck, yes," around her cock. It was the ultimate power exchange, no cap. We were both just lost in giving each other the most mind-blowing head, and for a minute there, I genuinely forgot my own name. Period. She's the GOAT.