A Cuck's view of his girl sucking another guy's cock

I can’t look away. I try, but I can’t. She’s on her knees between his spread thighs, my girlfriend, brown hair falling around her flushed face, and she’s staring straight into my eyes while she works that thick, uncut 8-inch cock with both hands and her mouth.

The foreskin is still half-covering the swollen head, shiny with her spit. She keeps tugging it back slowly with her fingers, then letting it slide forward again over the glistening tip, playing with it like she’s fascinated. Every time the loose skin rolls over the head she gives this soft, delighted little smile, almost a giggle, and looks right at me while she does it.

Her eyes are bright with the naughty pleasure of it. “Look how it moves,” she whispers, voice already rough. She peels the foreskin all the way back, exposing the shiny, wet head, then leans in and licks a slow circle around it before sucking just the tip into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow.

She keeps her eyes locked on mine the whole time, smiling around him like she’s showing me a secret. She pulls off with a wet pop. A thick string of spit stretches from her lower lip to the head of his cock. She doesn’t wipe it. Instead she gathers more spit in her mouth, lets it pool on her tongue, then turns her head and spits a long, clear strand into her own palm.

She reaches under and wraps that wet hand around his heavy balls, rubbing and gently tugging them while she takes him back into her mouth. The wet, filthy sound of her hand working his balls mixes with the soft choking noises she makes every time she forces herself deeper. She’s trying to take as much as she can.

Her lips stretch wide around the thick shaft. Spit pours from the corners of her mouth and runs down over her fingers as she keeps massaging his balls. The foreskin is pushed all the way back now. She sinks lower, eyes watering, and I can see the exact moment the head pushes into her throat, her neck flexes, she gags hard, and more spit explodes from her lips.

She doesn’t pull off. She just swallows around him, still staring at me, still rubbing his spit-slick balls with that slow, deliberate motion that makes his thighs tense.

I can feel my own cock throbbing uselessly in my jeans. The shame is so sharp it almost feels like being touched. She’s enjoying this. That’s the part that keeps cutting deeper. She’s grinning around his cock between gags, brown eyes bright, like the size and the stretch and the way he’s using her mouth is the best thing that’s happened to her all week.

He starts to thrust up into her face. Wet, heavy sounds fill the room every time the head punches into her throat. She takes it. She keeps her eyes on mine even when tears start tracking down her cheeks. Even when spit and pre-cum run down her chin and drip onto her small breasts. Her hand never stops working his balls, wet, steady strokes that pull another low groan out of him.

When he finally starts to come she doesn’t pull back. She forces herself all the way down, throat open, and I watch her gag hard around the first thick pulse as it shoots straight down her throat. Her whole body jerks. Tears spill. She swallows desperately around him, still staring at me, still rubbing his balls through every spurt that goes down her throat.

The wet, choking sounds she makes while she takes it are filthy and broken and somehow still eager. After the first few heavy pulses she slowly pulls off, gasping, chin a mess of spit and cum. A thick white strand stretches from her swollen lips to the head of his cock. She breaks it with her tongue, then wraps her small, spit-slick hand around his shaft and starts stroking him hard and fast.

She opens her mouth wide, sticks out her long pink tongue, and aims the head right over it. I watch every remaining drop land on her tongue. Thick white ropes splash across the pink surface, pooling in the center, some of it sliding toward the back of her throat.

She keeps stroking him, milking out every last pulse, eyes locked on mine the entire time so I can see exactly how much of another man’s cum is sitting on her tongue. When he’s finished she holds her mouth open for another second to show me, tongue coated, cum glistening, then closes her lips and swallows with a soft, deliberate sound.

She’s breathing hard. Cheeks flushed. Chin shiny. Brown hair stuck to the mess on her face. And she’s still looking at me, soft and almost gentle, like she wants me to sit with every second of what I just watched. My cock is aching. My chest feels hollow. And she just smiles at me with another man’s cum still shining at the corner of her mouth.