My Steamy Story: Fully naked Wife narrates story describe...

My Story Time:

Okay, so, bestie, I’m gonna spill the tea on how I, Chloe, ended up here. I’m fully naked, obviously. My tits are swollen with milk, and my pussy is literally dripping onto the carpet because it’s been, like, a whole minute without a dick inside me and I’m high-key freaking out. Ooh! Ah! Sorry, my son, Liam, just walked by and slapped my ass hard while he was getting a beer. Aah! Iconic, right? He just goes, “Shut up, Cumrag, and keep telling your story.” That’s my new name, by the way. Cumrag. My husband, Robert—he’s 62, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—gave it to me after he caught me crying over him fucking our 18-year-old neighbor, Elara. He tore all my clothes off right then, said I was “too old,” and burned every last stitch. Mmm… Mmm Mmm Mmm… Fuck. Sorry, my other son, Noah, just came over and shoved his cock in my mouth mid-sentence. He’s fucking my throat so deep I can’t… Gag …breathe. Okay, he’s done. He came down my throat and I swallowed every drop. Sheesh. So yeah, after that, Robert divorced me for being a “whore” for sleeping with his friends and our sons—which he told me to do to stay pregnant and keep my milk flowing. The irony is not lost on me, period. Now, I live here, always naked, my body covered in their cum and bite marks. My pussy is just a permanent, aching hole begging to be filled. Even at family movie night like this, the men just… use me. They suck my nipples dry, slap my ass, and talk about how many times they’ve creampied me. And I just… I need it. I’m addicted. I can’t think straight unless I’m being spit-roasted and slapped around. Ooh! Ah! Liam just bit my nipple so hard to get milk, I think he drew blood. He’s whispering, “Meet me in my room after this, Cumrag. I’m gonna fuck that used-up cunt until you scream.” And honestly? I’m already soaking wet. My own sons call me Cumrag, fuck me raw, and I just spread my legs wider. Because this dripping, empty, aching feeling? It’s all I live for now.