Make Me A Cuckold

Derrick Pierce and his boy go over the plan one more time: they're staging an unpaid-debt snatch on Aaliyah Love so her dumb husband finally coughs up the cash. They leave a big empty box on the porch like a decoy. The second she opens the door they snatch her, duct-tape her wrists and toss her on the living-room couch, demanding to know where that deadbeat's hiding. She howls through the gag—masks or no masks, they’re making a huge mistake—right until her husband bursts in yelling exactly the lines they rehearsed. Derrick calls bullshit and cocks an imaginary gun; the poor sap still can’t pay. Aaliyah breaks, drops to her knees and starts rubbing Derrick’s bulge through his jeans, promising she’ll do literally anything if they spare her man. He grins, hikes her up the stairs, and flings her on the marital bed while the husband’s tied to a chair six feet away. One rip and her dress is rags; Derrick sinks his teeth into her stiff nipples before he yanks her down to suck him. She takes every inch till she’s choking, mascara running, gagging wetly around his thickness while her husband shrieks from the corner. She tells him to shut the fuck up, spit sliding down her chin. They flip her onto all fours; Derrick slams straight into her dripping cunt. Her husband keeps begging, but Aaliyah’s eyes roll back—she’s never been pounded like this and can’t stop grinding back, greedy for every brutal thrust, moaning around the fact that she’s selling her ass to save him.