Caught cheating, I had to bring my tattooed mistress home. Her European allure nearly derailed me. As she undressed, my wife joined, watching as I sprayed her with lust. Humiliated, I retreated, leaving her in a sea of cum.

After a long and weary day, I returned home to find my gold-digging girlfriend in bed with another man, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Shocked and betrayed, I watched as they continued their illicit affair, oblivious to my presence. As the tension mounted, I realized I was allergic to semen, making every breath a chore. Unable to retreat, I braced myself for the impending climax. As the other man neared his peak, he spotted me, his eyes widening in shock. With nowhere to run, he released his load directly at me, his hot cum splattering all over my face. The humiliation was overwhelming, but the sight of his cum dribbling down my cheeks only served to harden my cock. I was a cuckold, a loser, but I was alive. And as the world spun around me, I knew I would do it all over again.