Cruelgirlfriend - Hannah Sophia - I'm Gonna Be His All Weekend Cuckold

Weekends with him are the best. They're my favourite of all. Not just date night on a Friday, but a whole weekend with the man I truly enjoy being with. Do you know what he has planned for us this weekend? We're going to go to a hotel - he's booked a fancy room for just the two of us. After he takes me out for a beautiful dinner at a restaurant you couldn't even afford to wash dishes at, we're going to head back to that gorgeous room and I'm not going to get out of bed with him until the very last moment I can. Aw, look at your face - does it really hurt that bad? I hope so. It's what you deserve, for not being man enough for your little princess, for having to step aside and let another man take care of all the things that you never could.And trust me, I give him everything that he wants. Every hole. He can fuck me however he wants - and OMG, he fucks me so well, too. I love the feeling of his thick cock pounding into my pussy, my ass, my mouth. I can't even count the number of times he makes me cum. I love the way he fucks me, I love the way he uses me. I love the way it feels when he pins me down on to the bed and fills me with his dick, when he kisses me, when I can touch his arms and feel the muscle under his skin. He's everything that I've ever wanted in a man. Everything that you'll never be able to be, cuckold. If you could give me what he could, I wouldn't need him. But you can't - so I do. I fuck him instead of you. I let him take me away, I let him treat me like I'm his girlfriend - not yours. He gets the best of me, cuckold - you never ever will.The best thing is I know the sex isn't the part that hurts you the most. It's knowing that I don't even think about you the whole time. While I'm with him, it's like you don't even exist, and I love it. I don't have to think about your pathetic, rejected face, the way you plead for my attention. I just get to focus on the way he makes me feel. How strong he is, how masculine; how he takes control of the things that I need him to. When people see us together, they would never in a million years think he wasn't my boyfriend. They would never believe that you exist. They'd look at me and the man I really want and they'd know that we were meant to be together. But hey - at least I don't even have to think about you while I'm away. A whole weekend, with him, while you wait at home and torture yourself with everything that I'm getting up to without you.