I could see the longing in your eyes every time I had a bull’s cock in the back of my throat, cuckie boy. I saw how your mouth started watering and your breathing got faster. You wanted to be me. Yes, that’s right, haha. You didn’t want to be my bull; you wanted to be me, the one taking dick, sucking and fucking. It was the cock that drove you wild, not my perfect pretty pussy. I caught on to your lustful eyes. It’s too bad you didn’t say something sooner. Now you’re stuck as a cock-loving cuckie boy, never to know the stretch of a big fat dick.