Ty Part 2! Merry Christmas 🎁 Somehow both inexplicably be..

Ty Part 2! Merry Christmas 🎁 Somehow both inexplicably beautiful and threatening, Ty’s massively thick erection seemed to pulse with insistence as Scott parted my soft thighs for him. It was an act of submission designed to acknowledge the importance of my husband’s presence. He was by no means purely a spectator to the primal act about time follow. Much To the contrary, in fact. Scott was an essential component. I blushed reflexively in a complex union of shame and arousal as I realized that my freshly groomed pubic region left little to the imagination in its current state. Yes, Scott had dutifully shaved it perfectly to Ty’s every last specification. But it was the unmistakable swelling sensation that told me that my pussy had splayed itself open in abject surrender to my bull. And remarkably, just as Dr. Singh had predicted, there was not so much as an ounce of concern on my part at the prospect of my husband seeing me so brazenly in heat for another man. All I felt in that particular respect was a bizarre sense of pride, one which was only reinforced by the dollop of precum that had formed on the tip of Scott’s adorable penis. But the primary focus of my feminine need was anything but adorable. Its profound vascularity seemed to pulse with an equally masculine need. But it wasn’t simply the sight of my invitingly tight and swollen cunt that was fueling it. I literally felt as though I witnessed the brown of his intensely smoldering eyes cloud with animal lust as the powerful pheromones emanating from my aching pussy now filling the room. And with that, i knew to my core that neither my husband nor I would be capable of stopping the events that were about to transpire. For my part, I had little concern that such would even be a desire. But for my husband, I feared that any misgivings at this point in time might result in his coming to actual physical harm. And while I certainly hoped that would not be the case, the fleeting thought of being ravished by Ty from behind over Scott’s bIoodied and unconsc!ous body somehow only made me even wetter for him. As Ty positioned himself between my parted thighs at the foot of our bed, a cocky smirk splashed across his face the very moment his eyes locked onto mine. “Those fucking eyes….” I snarled to myself under my breath. The instant that Scott had so kindly parted my thighs for our bull, Ty’s gorgeous brown eyes turned their laser-like focus to the glistening pink folds being revealed for his inspection in the process. A jolt of panic hit me like a hammer. Would my sexy lover be pleased at the sight of my married pussy in such a clearly eager state? Seconds seemed to stretch into eternity as I anxiously searched for even the subtlest cues of his approval. Until finally… those impossibly brown eyes… and that rakish smirk, leaving no doubt whatsoever as to this bull’s intentions. In that exact moment, I felt the instinctive pride that only a bitch in full rut can appreciate. The pride that comes from having a dominant specimen of male power poised at the mouth of her aching cunt to, quite literally, stake his rightful claim.