Borrowed WifeThe Breeding Favor Chapter 42

The Toilet

Tanya left around sunset. She walked funny, her dress disheveled, but she had a satisfied, almost drunken smirk on her face.

As soon as the door clicked shut, the atmosphere changed instantly.

Cici turned to me. Her eyes were dark, swirling with something that looked like jealousy, but felt hotter.

"So," she said, her voice dropping an octave. "You liked her soft body, didn't you? You liked fucking that loose, squirty pussy?"

"She was... different," I said carefully, sensing a trap. "Fun for a change."

"Fun?" Cici stalked towards me, naked and covered in dried fluids. "Did she drink your piss? Did she lick your ass? Did she let you treat her like a human toilet?"

She pushed me onto the bed and straddled me. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in.

"I need to remind you who your real slut is, Leo. I need to remind you whose hole belongs to you."

She grabbed my cock. It was exhausted, soft from the double duty, but under her touch, it began to stir again.

"I'm thirsty," she whispered, positioning her face directly over my crotch. "And this time, I'm not using a cup. I want it straight from the tap."

She opened her mouth wide. "Pee in my mouth, Leo. Show me that I'm just your urinal. Show me that Tanya is just a snack, but I'm your garbage can."

I couldn't believe it. The sheer degradation turned me on instantly. I released a stream, and she swallowed every drop, cleaning me, claiming me.

When she was done, she looked up, chin dripping, eyes wild. "See? I'm the only wife you need."