Come here, my thick-dicked darling… Mummy’s been waiting for you.

Yes, you — the big, heavy, veiny one you’ve been hiding under those proper clothes all day. I see how full you are, how tight that gorgeous ass clenches when you think about being taken apart. Discreet? Oh baby, I know how to keep secrets. Straight? Married? Doesn’t matter to me. Your ring stays on, your mouth stays shut, and Mummy’s greedy little holes stay wide open just for you.

Let me be the wicked apple of your eye, the one you can’t stop biting. Sink into me slow, then ruin me fast — fill Mummy up till I’m dripping your name. And when you’re shaking, spent, I’ll flip you, spread you, fill you right back until you’re whining “Mummy” like it’s the only word you remember.

I do it all, sweet boy.
Soft oil-slick massages that turn into you face-down, ass-up, trembling.
Me submitting pretty on my knees… then you submitting prettier with my strap kissing your throat.
BDSM till the ropes remember your wrists better than your wife does.
And yes — if you’re brave enough, curious enough, nasty enough — Mummy will teach first-timers every filthy degree of surrender, right up to the edge you swore you’d never cross.

So come, big man.
Bring that fat cock, that tight hungry ass, that secret hunger you pretend you don’t have.

Mummy’s home.
And I’m starving. 😈