Tatti is at home, excitedly preparing a romantic evening for her husband. She's dressed in sexy lingerie, her curves accentuated, makeup flawless, hair perfect—everything set to make him feel special. The table is beautifully laid out, dinner simmering, candles waiting to be lit. She's humming softly, lost in anticipation.

Suddenly, the front door bursts open. It's her husband's workplace bully—arrogant, loud, and far too comfortable letting himself in without knocking. Tatti freezes, shocked and instantly self-conscious in her revealing outfit. He stops in his tracks, eyes widening, then lighting up with a smug, predatory grin.

"Well, damn," he laughs, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "Look at you, all dolled up like a desperate l*ttle wife. Waiting for your man, huh? Too bad he ain't got much to offer down there."

Tatti's cheeks b*rn. "Get out," she snaps, trying to sound firm. "This is our home. Leave my husband alone—he's more than enough for me. He's perfect just the way he is."

That only makes the bully laugh harder, stepping closer. "Perfect? Please. We both know the truth. Tiny d*ck energy all the way. No wonder you're dressed like this—you're probably starving for something real."

Fed up, Tatti turns and storms into the lounge to light the candles, hoping he'll take the hint and leave. But he follows right behind her, still smirking.

"Still here?" she demands, spinning around.

"Oh yeah," he says casually. "I'm not going anywhere. Not until you admit something. Say it—my c*ck is massive, and your husband's is tiny. Say it on camera, and I'll walk out that door."

Tatti glares, arms crossed. "Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth. "Your c*ck is massive, and my husband's is tiny. There. Now get out and stop picking on us."

He pulls out his phone, already recording. "Louder. To the camera. Say it like you mean it."

She repeats it, voice tight with frustration. "Your c*ck is massive, and my husband's is tiny. Happy now? Enough. Leave."

But the bully's grin widens. "Not quite. If you don't want your husband seeing this l*ttle confession, you'll do one more thing for me. Get on your knees and suck my c*ck. Quick—before he gets home."

Tatti's heart races. Panic floods her. The last thing she wants is her husband seeing that video. Swallowing hard, she drops to her knees in front of him, hands trembling as she frees his thick, intimidating length. She takes him into her mouth, working quickly, trying to get it over with.

Just then, her phone rings—her husband's ringtone. She freezes for a second, but the bully doesn't stop, guiding her head firmly. She answers, voice shaky.

"H-hey, h*ney..." she manages, words muffled and broken as the bully thrusts deeper, making wet, obscene sounds.

Her husband sounds concerned. "Babe? You okay? What's all that noise? Are you... eating something?"

She tries to respond normally, but every thrust makes her gag slightly, her words garbled. "Y-yeah, just... just cooking... mmph... dinner's almost... ready..."

He's confused, worried. "You sound weird. Are you sure everything's alright?"

The bully smirks down at her, not letting up. She finally mumbles, "I'm fine... see you soon..." and hangs up, mortified.

The bully pulls out, still hard. "Good girl. One last thing, and I'm gone. Ride me. Right here. Make me c*m, and I'll delete the video and leave."

Tatti's eyes widen in horror. Her husband could walk in any minute. The scene would be devastating. Desperate, she nods. She climbs onto him on the couch, straddling his lap, guiding his massive c*ck inside her. She starts riding him fast and hard, her *ss cheeks bouncing with every motion, trying to finish him quickly. Her body betrays her with involuntary moans as he fills her c*mpletely—something her husband never could.

He grips her hips, thrusting up to meet her, mocking her the whole time. "See? This is what a real man feels like. Your pathetic hubby could never stretch you out like this."

She keeps going, determined to end it, until finally he groans and unloads deep inside her, filling her p*ssy with hot c*m. She climbs off, breathless and dripping, legs shaky.

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