Tatti Roana

Tatti Confronts big bully for her husband!

Tatti's husband has been relentlessly bullied by a local man about the size of his penis, and Tatti has had enough. She reassures her husband that she'll handle the situation and put an end to the harassment once and for all.

Fuming, Tatti marches to the bully's house and knocks on his door. When he answers, she confronts him head-on, demanding he stop tormenting her husband. "He actually has a big cock!" she declares, holding up her hands to show a length of five inches. "See!" The bully bursts into laughter. "Five inches? That's more like three!" he mocks. To Tatti's shock, he reveals his own cock for comparison, and her eyes widen at the sight.

He smirks and offers a deal: he'll leave her husband alone if she either admits he has a big cock or acknowledges her husband has a small one. Tatti snaps, "Fine! You have a big cock, and he has a little cock. Now leave him alone!" The bully chuckles, holding up his phone. "I recorded that, and I'm going to show it to your husband." Tatti, horrified, tells him not to share it and they make a deal.

Moments later, Tatti finds herself on the floor, the bully over her with his massive cock hovering above her face— it's nearly the size of her head. He flops it onto her. Suddenly, her phone rings— it's her husband. The bully answers, placing the phone beside her. Tatti struggles to carry on a conversation, her voice muffled as the bully face-fucks her. Her husband, confused on the other end, can't make sense of what's happening. The call eventually ends, and the bully continues, fucking Tatti's face.

Tatti Meets Her Husband’s Bully

Tatt is just baking in kitchen when there is a knock at the door. She goes to answer it and, upon opening the door, realises the man standing in front of her is her husband’s bully- the one she thought she had dealt with. He tells her he’s no longer interested in her husband, but he likes the look of her; he wants to get to know her and would much prefer to spend his time with her instead.

He steps behind her and hand-gags her. Tatti is now tied to the floor by her wrists and ankles, her thighs also bound. She's bent over a stool, wriggling and pulling at the restraints while drool drips from her chin, caused by the large ball gag in her mouth. The bully starts to caress her, gets behind her, and slides his hand up her skirt, realising she has no panties on. He removes his trousers, revealing his hard cock. He rubs his cock over her arse and starts fingering her from behind causing her to moan in pleasure.

He moves to the front of Tatti, removes the ball gag, and replaces it with his hard cock while mocking her husband's little dick. "This is what it is like to suck a proper cock" he tells her! He then moves behind her again and starts fucking her hard from behind. He pounds her pussy while her thighs remain restrained; Tatti's eyes roll and drool drips from her chin as she is thrust into powerfully.

Now Tatti is on top of the bully. He tells her "This is what it feels like to have a big cock inside you, not your husband's little one". She is still bound at the wrists and ankles while riding him. She bounces on his cock, then he starts thrusting up into her until he's ready to cum. He pumps her full of his hot cum "A parting gift for your husband".

The bully then leaves, leaving Tatti bound on the floor with a pussy full of cum, moaning into her ball gag. She lies there exhausted, bound, drooling, ready for her husband to find her.

Tatti Confronts Her Husband’s Bully

Tatti is fed up with her husband's bully constantly mocking him and decides to confront him at his house. Dressed in a stunning outfit, she stands in his hallway to tell him she's completely happy in her marriage, deeply in love with her husband, and fully satisfied with his cock size.

Instead of backing down, the bully mocks her and her husband before lifting her up and carrying her upstairs to the bedroom. Once there, he pulls off her dress and slides his massive, thick cock into her tight pussy in doggy style. Tatti's eyes widen and her mouth drops open as she screams in pleasure from the intense stretch, feeling him reach depths her husband never could. He pounds her hard, leaving her amazed and struggling to take every inch.

She asks when he's going to cum because she doesn't know how much longer she can handle his huge cock stretching her out. He switches to prone bone, thrusting deep while Tatti moans, gasping, "My husband's cock is nothing like this!" Her eyes roll back in overwhelming pleasure as she takes him completely.

Next, he pulls her on top to ride him. Tatti tries to slide down his girthy shaft, her whole body stiff and twitching as it barely fits. She rides with her big boobs bouncing in his face, then he grabs her hips and fucks her hard from below. In missionary, she breathlessly calls him a terrible person for taking another man's wife, yet begs him not to stop as waves of pleasure overtake her.

Six hours later, exhausted and covered in sweat after multiple intense orgasms, Tatti lies on the bed while the bully continues fucking her relentlessly. ‘Yes, you fuck me better than my husband and your cock is massive!"

He pulls out and fills her mouth with a huge load of cum. Transformed by the experience, Tatti eagerly worships his cock, swirling and savoring every drop before swallowing it down and licking up the rest. She has become completely addicted, craving his superior cock and ready to do anything for it, her husband now a distant memory.

Tatti is fed up with her husband’s bully constantly mocking him and decides to confront him at his house. Dressed in a stunning outfit, she stands in his hallway to tell him she’s completely happy in her marriage, deeply in love with her husband, and fully satisfied with his cock size.

Instead of backing down, the bully mocks her and her husband before lifting her up and carrying her upstairs to the bedroom. Once there, he pulls off her dress and slides his massive, thick cock into her tight pussy in doggy style. Tatti’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open as she screams in shock and pleasure from the intense stretch, feeling him reach depths her husband never could. He pounds her hard, leaving her amazed and struggling to take every inch.

She asks when he’s going to cum because she doesn’t know how much longer she can handle his huge cock stretching her out. He switches to prone bone, thrusting deep while Tatti grimaces and moans, gasping, “My husband’s cock is nothing like this!” Her eyes roll back in overwhelming pleasure as she takes him completely.

Next, he pulls her on top to ride him. Tatti tries to slide down his girthy shaft, her whole body stiff and twitching as it barely fits. She rides with her big boobs bouncing in his face, then he grabs her hips and fucks her hard from below. In missionary, she breathlessly calls him a terrible person for taking another man’s wife, yet begs him not to stop as waves of pleasure overtake her.

Six hours later, exhausted and covered in sweat after multiple intense orgasms, Tatti lies on the bed while the bully continues fucking her relentlessly. He tells her he’ll keep going until she admits the truth. Finally, she breaks: “Yes, you fuck me better than my husband and your cock is massive!”

He pulls out and fills her mouth with a huge load of cum. Transformed by the experience, Tatti eagerly worships his cock, swirling and savoring every drop before swallowing it down and licking up the rest. She has become completely addicted, craving his superior cock and ready to do anything for it, her husband now a distant memory.

This is a long, passionate cuckold session full of intense stretching, deep pounding, and total surrender.

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Tatti just got back from the gym when she opens the door to a very familiar sight — her husband’s bully standing there with that cocky grin. “Hey baby, glad to see me? I bet you know exactly what I’m here for.”

She gasps, “My husband will be home any minute!!”

He smirks, “Well then we better make it quick.”

What follows is a super hot, high-risk session with her husband’s bully completely taking control. Tatti is tape-tied to a chair, legs bound tight, mouth sealed with a tape gag as she gag-talks, knowing her husband could walk in at any second. Her phone rings — it’s hubby. The bully holds the phone to her ear, rips off the gag, and Tatti tries to sound normal while chatting to her husband, even joking that she’s “a little tied up right now.” The tension is insane.

After the call, the bully wheels her away, then carries her over his shoulder like a ragdoll and throws her onto the bed. He plays with her clit before bending her over for hard, deep doggy style pounding. Right in the middle of getting railed from behind, her husband calls again. Tatti tries to answer but her muffled moans through the tape gag only confuse him more. The bully snatches the phone and hangs up so he can stay balls deep in his wife.

Tatti then rides her husband’s bully like a good girl, bouncing hard on his cock because she needs him to cum fast before her husband gets home. She works him until he explodes, filling her pussy with a thick creampie. He spreads her cheeks to admire his load dripping down her legs. “A present for your husband,” he laughs. For the final touch, he writes “Fucked Your Wife” across her tape gag as a filthy parting gift.

The bully leaves her bound, dripping, and on the bed. Moments later the doorbell rings — it’s her husband. Tatti hops out to greet him, cum still leaking down her thighs. Bully domination, risky home invasion quickie, tape bondage, tape gag, phone sex interruptions, doggy, cowgirl creampie, cuckold humiliation, and more.

Tatti is home alone when her husband’s bully knocks at the door. He already knows her pathetic husband is out at his sad little shift. With a smirk, he lets himself in and tells Tatti to liven up. They head to the lounge where she tries to sit away from him on the sofa, but he pulls her close, sliding his hands under her little floral dress. He rubs her boobs and fingers her pussy while she squirms.

Her husband calls, sounding overjoyed to speak to his wife. As he pours out how much he loves her, the bully keeps fingering Tatti, pushing her closer to the edge. She struggles to keep her voice steady, but her moans slip out. Her husband asks about the noise just as the bully drops down to lick her pussy. Tatti fights to control herself before panicking and quickly hanging up.

The bully pulls out his big cock, humiliating Tatti and her husband. “This is what a real cock looks like,” he taunts. “Tell me how small your husband is.” She eventually admits her husband has a tiny cock. He makes her wrap her hands around his thick shaft and stroke him, then tells her she’s never had a cock touch the back of her throat.

“Let’s put it to the test.”

He has Tatti get on her knees. She starts sucking his big cock, barely able to take it all in her mouth. After the sloppy blowjob, he slides it between her big boobs for a titfuck while she keeps sucking the head. He pulls out his phone and films her, laughing: “The guys at the bar would love to see what a slut you are... but don’t worry, baby. This can be our little secret. Your husband doesn’t have to know.”

Next, he demands she take him to the bedroom she shares with her husband. “I want to fuck you in the bed where you slay together.”

On the bed, Tatti balances on his massive cock as he fucks her from underneath, her big boobs bouncing wildly with every powerful thrust. Her husband calls again, now suspicious about the background sounds. She tries to moan quietly and claims she’s just doing housework. He asks for a selfie. Tatti hesitantly agrees, straightens her face as best she can, and snaps a photo while sitting balls-deep on her husband’s bully’s cock. The moment she hangs up, the bully pounds her hard from below, driving her to a shattering orgasm.

He flips her on top. She struggles to slide down his huge cock, her tight pussy stretching around him as she rides. Her big boobs bounce in his face while she takes him deep. Spotting a picture of her husband, the bully holds it up to her face. “Look at your husband while you fuck me. Kiss the picture of him.” She rides harder, kissing the photo as instructed.

Finally, Tatti lies on her side as the bully takes her from behind with long, deep thrusts, her boobs bouncing with each stroke. He makes her admit she wants his cum more than her husband’s before he fills her with a massive creampie. When he pulls out, his thick spunk oozes from her pussy. He admires the view and says, “Here’s a little present for you, baby — leave it in there so your husband can taste what a real man is like.”

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Tatti is fed up with her husband’s bully constantly mocking him and decides to confront him at his house. Dressed in a stunning outfit, she stands in his hallway to tell him she’s completely happy in her marriage, deeply in love with her husband, and fully satisfied with his cock size.

Instead of backing down, the bully mocks her and her husband before lifting her up and carrying her upstairs to the bedroom. Once there, he pulls off her dress and slides his massive, thick cock into her tight pussy in doggy style. Tatti’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open as she screams in shock and pleasure from the intense stretch, feeling him reach depths her husband never could. He pounds her hard, leaving her amazed and struggling to take every inch.

She asks when he’s going to cum because she doesn’t know how much longer she can handle his huge cock stretching her out. He switches to prone bone, thrusting deep while Tatti grimaces and moans, gasping, “My husband’s cock is nothing like this!” Her eyes roll back in overwhelming pleasure as she takes him completely.

Next, he pulls her on top to ride him. Tatti tries to slide down his girthy shaft, her whole body stiff and twitching as it barely fits. She rides with her big boobs bouncing in his face, then he grabs her hips and fucks her hard from below. In missionary, she breathlessly calls him a terrible person for taking another man’s wife, yet begs him not to stop as waves of pleasure overtake her.

Six hours later, exhausted and covered in sweat after multiple intense orgasms, Tatti lies on the bed while the bully continues fucking her relentlessly. He tells her he’ll keep going until she admits the truth. Finally, she breaks: “Yes, you fuck me better than my husband and your cock is massive!”

He pulls out and fills her mouth with a huge load of cum. Transformed by the experience, Tatti eagerly worships his cock, swirling and savoring every drop before swallowing it down and licking up the rest. She has become completely addicted, craving his superior cock and ready to do anything for it, her husband now a distant memory.

This is a long, passionate cuckold session full of intense stretching, deep pounding, and total surrender.

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Tatti is in the kitchen comforting her frustrated husband, who is tired of being bullied by a guy at work. When he suggests some sex to cheer him up, Tatti tells him maybe another time, but she decides to head over to the bully’s house herself to put a stop to it. Despite her husband’s protests, she leaves angry and determined.

She bangs on the bully’s door, and when he opens it, he is immediately impressed by the sexy woman standing there. Tatti demands he leave her husband alone, but the bully laughs and begins teasing her too. As she insists her husband has a big cock and she is very happy with him, the bully pulls out his massive dick. Tatti’s eyes widen in shock—it’s a proper cock.

He tells her that if she wants him to leave her husband alone, she should grab it and feel what a real cock is like. Wanting the bullying to end, Tatti slowly reaches out and touches it. The bully then tells her to drop to her knees. “Only if you’ll make this stop,” she says. He agrees, promising it will be their little secret. Tatti drops to her knees as he slaps his enormous cock across her face—it’s the same size as her whole head. He slides it into her mouth and begins face fucking her, making her gag and splutter as she struggles to take his huge size down her throat.

While she is giving the bully a deep blowjob, her husband calls. “How’s it going? I hope it’s all sorted now!” he asks. Panicking but with her mouth full, Tatti reassures him that everything is good, even as the bully continues thrusting. Her husband is confused by the wet noises, but she quickly hangs up.

Next, Tatti is on the sofa with the bully balls deep inside her, stretching and filling her tight pussy in ways she isn’t used to. She screams in pleasure and orgasms repeatedly as his huge cock hits every spot. He then bends her over the sofa and pounds her hard from behind, her big boobs swinging wildly with each powerful thrust. Her husband calls again, and Tatti breathlessly reassures him that everything is fine—the noises are just the TV—while the bully drives her to another intense orgasm.

Finally, he puts her back on the sofa and fucks her hard, watching her big boobs bounce and her eyes roll back in pure pleasure. He finishes with a deep creampie, pumping his load inside her and watching it ooze out. The bully smirks, saying it’s a present for her husband—he’s now bullying both of them.

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Tatti is in the kitchen comforting her frustrated husband, who is tired of being bullied by a guy at work. When he suggests some sex to cheer him up, Tatti tells him maybe another time, but she decides to head over to the bully’s house herself to put a stop to it. Despite her husband’s protests, she leaves angry and determined.

She bangs on the bully’s door, and when he opens it, he is immediately impressed by the sexy woman standing there. Tatti demands he leave her husband alone, but the bully laughs and begins teasing her too. As she insists her husband has a big cock and she is very happy with him, the bully pulls out his massive dick. Tatti’s eyes widen in shock—it’s a proper cock.

He tells her that if she wants him to leave her husband alone, she should grab it and feel what a real cock is like. Wanting the bullying to end, Tatti slowly reaches out and touches it. The bully then tells her to drop to her knees. “Only if you’ll make this stop,” she says. He agrees, promising it will be their little secret. Tatti drops to her knees as he slaps his enormous cock across her face—it’s the same size as her whole head. He slides it into her mouth and begins face fucking her, making her gag and splutter as she struggles to take his huge size down her throat.

While she is giving the bully a deep blowjob, her husband calls. “How’s it going? I hope it’s all sorted now!” he asks. Panicking but with her mouth full, Tatti reassures him that everything is good, even as the bully continues thrusting. Her husband is confused by the wet noises, but she quickly hangs up.

Next, Tatti is on the sofa with the bully balls deep inside her, stretching and filling her tight pussy in ways she isn’t used to. She screams in pleasure and orgasms repeatedly as his huge cock hits every spot. He then bends her over the sofa and pounds her hard from behind, her big boobs swinging wildly with each powerful thrust. Her husband calls again, and Tatti breathlessly reassures him that everything is fine—the noises are just the TV—while the bully drives her to another intense orgasm.

Finally, he puts her back on the sofa and fucks her hard, watching her big boobs bounce and her eyes roll back in pure pleasure. He finishes with a deep creampie, pumping his load inside her and watching it ooze out. The bully smirks, saying it’s a present for her husband—he’s now bullying both of them.

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Tatti burst through the front door, still buzzing with excitement from her hen do with the girls. She couldn’t wait to see her future husband. But the moment she stepped inside, her heart sank. Her fiancé’s bully was standing there in their living room, smirking at her.

Caught off guard and clearly frustrated, she snapped, “What the hell are you doing here?”

He approached her slowly, his eyes roaming over her tight little hen night outfit. The short dress hugged her curves, and the way she looked—flushed, and dressed like a proper party girl—clearly turned him on. “I’m here to stretch that pussy out on your hen night,” he said with a grin. “Get it ready for your pathetic fiancé.”

Tatti’s eyes widened in panic. “He’s going to be home any second! Now is not the time!”

He laughed, clearly amused by her nervousness. “That loser? Please. You deserve a real man with a proper cock, not that sad little thing he’s packing.” As he spoke, he casually pulled out his massive dick. It was thick, heavy, and already hard.

Tatti’s eyes widened even more at the sight.

“Go on, grab it,” he said confidently. “I know you love big cock really.”

Tatti glanced nervously toward the door, worried her fiancé could walk in at any moment. She didn’t want him to see this, so she decided the quickest way to get it over with was to just do it. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft.

“Drop to your knees,” he ordered.

She hesitated for a second but obeyed. He slapped his heavy cock against her face—it was practically the same size as her face—and continued mocking her. “Look at you, on your knees for me on your hen night while your pathetic fiancé thinks you’re out celebrating with the girls. He could never satisfy you like this.”

He reminded her smugly, “I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want.” With that, he slid his thick cock into her mouth. Tatti gagged instantly, struggling to take even half of it. She wasn’t used to this size at all.

As she sucked him, her phone suddenly rang. It was her fiancé. In a panic, she answered it while the bully kept thrusting into her mouth, clearly enjoying himself.

“H-hey babe,” she managed, her voice muffled and breathy as her mouth was being used. “When are you getting home?”

Her fiancé sounded confused by the strange noises. “Is everything okay? What’s that sound? I’ll be back shortly. I hope you had a great time with the girls. I love you so much.”

Tatti’s eyes were watering as the bully fucked her throat deeper. Panicking, she quickly hung up.

The bully laughed and really started pounding her throat after that, holding her head in place as she gagged and drooled.

Once he’d had enough of her mouth, he pulled her big tits out of her dress, groping them roughly. He noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath her short outfit. “What a little slut,” he chuckled. He marched her over to the lounge, pushed her over the arm of the sofa, and rolled her tiny dress up around her waist. He slapped her ass hard a few times before fingering her soaked pussy. Tatti’s eyes rolled back and she let out moans of intense pleasure.

Then he lined up his fat cock and slid it into her. He fucked her pussy hard from behind, stretching her wide with every thrust. Tatti bit her lip, not used to being filled like this by such a thick cock. He laughed at her reactions the whole time.

“Look at you, getting your cunt ruined on your hen night. Your sad little fiancé has no idea his future wife is here taking a real man’s cock. This is the perfect cuckold setup—I get to use you whenever I want while he stays clueless.”

After a while, he pulled her onto the sofa properly, still in her hen night outfit, and started fucking her even harder. The bully picked up the pace, enjoying her nervousness, then finally pulled out and came all over her face, covering her in thick ropes of cum.

“Clean that mess up quick before your loser gets home,” he said with a smirk as he zipped up.

The bully left, leaving Tatti’s pussy red, raw, and stretched, her face messy with his load. She was now properly prepared for her fiancé—yet secretly owned and ready for her bully to use again whenever he pleased.

Tatti burst through the front door, still buzzing with excitement from her hen do with the girls. She couldn’t wait to see her future husband. But the moment she stepped inside, her heart sank. Her fiancé’s bully was standing there in their living room, smirking at her.

Caught off guard and clearly frustrated, she snapped, “What the hell are you doing here?”

He approached her slowly, his eyes roaming over her tight little hen night outfit. The short dress hugged her curves, and the way she looked—flushed, and dressed like a proper party girl—clearly turned him on. “I’m here to stretch that pussy out on your hen night,” he said with a grin. “Get it ready for your pathetic fiancé.”

Tatti’s eyes widened in panic. “He’s going to be home any second! Now is not the time!”

He laughed, clearly amused by her nervousness. “That loser? Please. You deserve a real man with a proper cock, not that sad little thing he’s packing.” As he spoke, he casually pulled out his massive dick. It was thick, heavy, and already hard.

Tatti’s eyes widened even more at the sight.

“Go on, grab it,” he said confidently. “I know you love big cock really.”

Tatti glanced nervously toward the door, worried her fiancé could walk in at any moment. She didn’t want him to see this, so she decided the quickest way to get it over with was to just do it. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft.

“Drop to your knees,” he ordered.

She hesitated for a second but obeyed. He slapped his heavy cock against her face—it was practically the same size as her face—and continued mocking her. “Look at you, on your knees for me on your hen night while your pathetic fiancé thinks you’re out celebrating with the girls. He could never satisfy you like this.”

He reminded her smugly, “I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want.” With that, he slid his thick cock into her mouth. Tatti gagged instantly, struggling to take even half of it. She wasn’t used to this size at all.

As she sucked him, her phone suddenly rang. It was her fiancé. In a panic, she answered it while the bully kept thrusting into her mouth, clearly enjoying himself.

“H-hey babe,” she managed, her voice muffled and breathy as her mouth was being used. “When are you getting home?”

Her fiancé sounded confused by the strange noises. “Is everything okay? What’s that sound? I’ll be back shortly. I hope you had a great time with the girls. I love you so much.”

Tatti’s eyes were watering as the bully fucked her throat deeper. Panicking, she quickly hung up.

The bully laughed and really started pounding her throat after that, holding her head in place as she gagged and drooled.

Once he’d had enough of her mouth, he pulled her big tits out of her dress, groping them roughly. He noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath her short outfit. “What a little slut,” he chuckled. He marched her over to the lounge, pushed her over the arm of the sofa, and rolled her tiny dress up around her waist. He slapped her ass hard a few times before fingering her soaked pussy. Tatti’s eyes rolled back and she let out moans of intense pleasure.

Then he lined up his fat cock and slid it into her. He fucked her pussy hard from behind, stretching her wide with every thrust. Tatti bit her lip, not used to being filled like this by such a thick cock. He laughed at her reactions the whole time.

“Look at you, getting your cunt ruined on your hen night. Your sad little fiancé has no idea his future wife is here taking a real man’s cock. This is the perfect cuckold setup—I get to use you whenever I want while he stays clueless.”

After a while, he pulled her onto the sofa properly, still in her hen night outfit, and started fucking her even harder. The bully picked up the pace, enjoying her nervousness, then finally pulled out and came all over her face, covering her in thick ropes of cum.

“Clean that mess up quick before your loser gets home,” he said with a smirk as he zipped up.

The bully left, leaving Tatti’s pussy red, raw, and stretched, her face messy with his load. She was now properly prepared for her fiancé—yet secretly owned and ready for her bully to use again whenever he pleased.

It was Tatti and her husband's wedding anniversary, and they had plans for a special dinner out. Tatti stood in front of the mirror upstairs, dressed to impress in a sleek, curve-hugging dress that made her feel confident and sexy. She was carefully applying her favorite lipstick when the doorbell rang.

Her husband was still in the shower, so Tatti smoothed her dress and headed downstairs, assuming it was the postman with a late delivery. When she opened the door, though, her stomach dropped. It was him—her husband's bully—standing there with that same smug grin.

"You can't be here," she said sharply, keeping her voice low. "We're going out. It's our anniversary."

He chuckled, his eyes roaming over her slowly, appreciatively, in a way that made her skin crawl. "Hey, baby. Looking incredible tonight. Me again, yeah."

"I'm serious," Tatti snapped. "Leave. Now."

"Won't be long, don't worry," he replied stepping just inside the threshold before she could close the door. "Just wanted another little piece of you."

Her heart raced. "Get out. Please."

His expression hardened slightly, though the smirk never left. He leaned in closer. "You know what happens if your husband sees those videos. All the fun we've had. You really want to explain that on your special night?"

Tatti froze. Her mind flashed to the evening ahead—the restaurant, her husband's smile. She swallowed hard. "What do you want?"

Without another word, he reached out and cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her dress, thumb brushing over her nipple. "Drop to your knees, gorgeous."

"No," she whispered fiercely. "Tonight it's my husband's cock I'm sucking. Not yours."

He laughed under his breath and tugged his zipper down, pulling out his thick, already-hard cock. He gave it a slow stroke while looking her in the eye. "Look at this. Then think about your little husband's pathetic dick. You know the difference. Now get on your knees."

She hesitated, glancing toward the stairs. The shower was still running. Her pulse thundered in her ears. She couldn't risk everything falling apart tonight. Slowly, she sank to her knees on the hallway floor.

He tapped the heavy head of his cock against her cheek, then her lips, smearing a little gloss. "Good girl." He slid into her mouth, groaning quietly as her warm lips closed around him.

She heard the water shut off upstairs and panic spiked through her. "Keep it down," she hissed around him, pulling back just enough to speak. "He cannot hear this."

He only grinned wider and threaded his fingers into her hair. "Then be a good little wife and stay quiet." He pushed deeper, straddling her face now, feeding inch after inch into her throat until her nose pressed against his pelvis. He rocked slowly at first, then faster, using her mouth like he owned it, all while chuckling softly at how perfectly she took him.

After a minute he pulled out, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. "One more thing before I let you go play happy couple."

He yanked her dress up over her hips, dragged her panties down to her knees, and bent her forward over the hall table. He lined himself up and thrust in hard, filling her in one deep stroke. Tatti bit her lip to stifle the gasp.

He fucked her steadily, powerfully, each thrust rocking her forward. Just as the pleasure started cresting toward release, he leaned over her back and murmured hot against her ear, "Careful, baby. You come too loud and hubby might come running."

Right then, her husband's voice floated down from the top of the stairs. "Tatti? Everything okay down there?"

She clenched around the thick cock buried inside her, fighting to keep her voice steady. "Y-yeah, honey! Just... just the postman. Be up in a minute!"

The bully laughed silently, picking up speed. He slammed into her harder, chasing his own finish. When he finally cummed he buried himself deep and pulsed, flooding her with thick spurts of cum. She felt it leak out around him, warm trails sliding down her inner thigh as he pulled out.

Tatti straightened quickly, tugging her dress back into place, wiping her mouth, smoothing her hair. Her legs trembled. She could feel his release still dripping slowly down her leg as she climbed the stairs to meet her husband, who smiled warmly at her from the bedroom doorway—completely unaware that his bully had just used his wife in their own hallway minutes before their romantic night out.

Tatti had been having a hard time lately—the kitchen sink was leaking again, and no matter what she tried, she couldn’t stop the steady drip. Her husband had finally arranged for a plumber to come over and fix it properly. Now she was on the phone with him, waiting for the doorbell, listening to his warm voice tell her how much he was looking forward to coming home and seeing her later.

The doorbell rang. Tatti smoothed her top, walked over, and opened the door. The plumber stood there—tall, broad-shouldered, tools in hand.

“Yes, right this way,” she said, leading him to the kitchen.

He set his tools down, knelt on the floor, and got straight to work. Tatti lingered nearby, intending to offer him a drink, but as he adjusted his position under the sink, her eyes drifted downward. There was an unmistakable bulge straining against the front of his work trousers. Thick, obvious, impossible to ignore.

She bit her lip, heat rising in her cheeks. She tried to look away, but her gaze kept returning. He noticed.

He gave a low chuckle, palming himself through the fabric. “Don’t worry,” he said casually. “Wives always look... especially when the husband’s not around.”

Tatti’s breath caught. She felt suddenly shy, exposed, yet unable to move. He rose to his feet and stepped closer. Without a word he took her hand and guided it to the front of his trousers.

“Go on,” he murmured. “Feel it. No one will know.”

Her fingers trembled as they traced the thick outline. Even through the material she could tell he was far bigger than she’d expected—bigger than her husband, bigger than anything she’d ever wrapped her hand around. A quiet gasp escaped her.

He didn’t rush her. He simply watched her face as she explored him, then slowly lowered his trousers revealing his huge veiny cock. Her hand returned to him instinctively, stroking the heavy length in quiet awe.

Tatti’s mind flickered to her husband, to the phone call, to how sweet he’d sounded—but the pulsing heat in her palm removed any doubt.

“Get on your knees,” he said

She sank down without hesitation, eyes locked on his cock. She stroked him slowly, admiring every thick inch, then leaned in and took him into her mouth. He groaned softly as her lips stretched around him.

“Just like that,” he encouraged. “I bet you’ve never had the back of your throat properly fucked before.”

She tried to take more, eager, sloppy, lost in the moment—until she caught the glint of his phone angled down toward her.

She pulled off with a wet pop. “What are you doing?”

He smirked. “Got you wanking me off on camera. And if you don’t want your husband seeing this, you’re going to look right at the lens and admit two things: my cock is bigger than his... and his is tiny.”

Tatti’s heart hammered. She glanced at the phone, then back at him. “Okay,” she whispered. “Okay, I’ll do it... but please don’t show anyone.”

She faced the camera. “Your cock is so much bigger than my husband’s,” she said clearly. “His... his is tiny compared to yours.”

The plumber grinned, satisfied, and pocketed the phone. Then he gripped her hair gently and guided her mouth back onto him, sliding deep until her throat fluttered around him.

As she worked him with desperate focus, her phone vibrated on the counter. A loving text from her husband: *Can’t stop thinking about you. Home soon. Love you so much ??*

The plumber read it and laughed darkly, hips rocking forward, fucking her throat with steady rhythm while her husband’s sweet words glowed on the screen.

When he finally pulled out, Tatti was gasping, lips swollen, eyes glassy. He didn’t give her long to recover. He bent her over the kitchen counter, tugged her panties down in one swift motion, and pressed the thick head of his cock against her soaking pussy.

She was already soaked. He slid in with one long, deep thrust, stretching her wider than before. Tatti’s eyes rolled back; a sharp, moan tore from her throat as her body clenched around the sudden fullness. She cummed almost instantly, trembling hard.

He didn’t slow down. He fucked her firmly, deeply, each stroke bringing another whimper from her lips.

Her phone rang—her husband again.

She froze. The plumber didn’t. He kept thrusting steadily while she fumbled to answer.

“H-hello?” she managed, voice shaky.

“Hey, babe,” her husband said cheerfully. “You okay? You sound out of breath.”

“I’m—ah—I’m fine,” she gasped as another hard thrust rocked her forward. “Just... just moving some stuff.”

He sounded doubtful. “You sure? You’re making funny noises.”

“I—I have to go,” she blurted, hanging up in a panic.

The plumber laughed again, lifted her effortlessly onto the countertop, spread her thighs wider, and slide back inside her.

The phone rang once more.

This time the plumber reached over, balls deep in his wife, and answered.

“Hey there,” he said smoothly. “Your wife’s been a huge help. Really great woman you’ve got.”

Her husband laughed, pleased. “Thanks, man! Glad she’s looking after you. Everything going okay with the sink?”

“Couldn’t be better,” the plumber replied, fucking her deep so Tatti had to bite her fist to stay quiet. “She’s been... very accommodating.”

They chatted for another few seconds—friendly, oblivious—before the plumber ended the call with a polite “See you soon.”

He tossed the phone aside, gripped her hips, and fucked her hard and fast until he groaned low and emptied himself deep inside her, pulse after thick pulse.

When he finally pulled out, Tatti stayed slumped on the counter, legs trembling, his cum slowly leaking out of her. He dressed and left without another word.

Later, she managed to stumble to the living-room sofa. Naked, exhausted, still leaking.

The front door opened. Her husband stepped inside, smiling wide.

“Hey, gorgeous!” he called, then paused when he saw her on the couch. “Why are you... naked?”

Tatti gave a small, tired smile. “I was just so hot after all that... fixing stuff. The plumber did a great job, though. I told him we might need him back next week.”

Her husband beamed, completely unaware. “That’s a brilliant idea. Whatever you want, babe.”

Tatti feeling the slow drip between her thighs, and let him hold her—sweet, loving, and blissfully clueless.

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 little wife. Waiting for your man, huh? Too bad he ain't got much to offer down there."

Tatti's cheeks burn. "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 dick 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 little confession, you'll do one more thing for me. Get on your knees and suck my cock. 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, honey..." 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 cum, 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 cock inside her. She starts riding him fast and hard, her ass cheeks bouncing with every motion, trying to finish him quickly. Her body betrays her with involuntary moans as he fills her completely—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 pussy with hot cum. She climbs off, breathless and dripping, legs shaky.

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 little wife. Waiting for your man, huh? Too bad he ain't got much to offer down there."

Tatti's cheeks burn. "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 dick 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 little confession, you'll do one more thing for me. Get on your knees and suck my cock. 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, honey..." 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 cum, 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 cock inside her. She starts riding him fast and hard, her ass cheeks bouncing with every motion, trying to finish him quickly. Her body betrays her with involuntary moans as he fills her completely—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 pussy with hot cum. She climbs off, breathless and dripping, legs shaky.

Tatti had been having a hard time lately—the kitchen sink was leaking again, and no matter what she tried, she couldn’t stop the steady drip. Her husband had finally arranged for a plumber to come over and fix it properly. Now she was on the phone with him, waiting for the doorbell, listening to his warm voice tell her how much he was looking forward to coming home and seeing her later.

The doorbell rang. Tatti smoothed her top, walked over, and opened the door. The plumber stood there—tall, broad-shouldered, tools in hand.

“Yes, right this way,” she said, leading him to the kitchen.

He set his tools down, knelt on the floor, and got straight to work. Tatti lingered nearby, intending to offer him a drink, but as he adjusted his position under the sink, her eyes drifted downward. There was an unmistakable bulge straining against the front of his work trousers. Thick, obvious, impossible to ignore.

She bit her lip, heat rising in her cheeks. She tried to look away, but her gaze kept returning. He noticed.

He gave a low chuckle, palming himself through the fabric. “Don’t worry,” he said casually. “Wives always look... especially when the husband’s not around.”

Tatti’s breath caught. She felt suddenly shy, exposed, yet unable to move. He rose to his feet and stepped closer. Without a word he took her hand and guided it to the front of his trousers.

“Go on,” he murmured. “Feel it. No one will know.”

Her fingers trembled as they traced the thick outline. Even through the material she could tell he was far bigger than she’d expected—bigger than her husband, bigger than anything she’d ever wrapped her hand around. A quiet gasp escaped her.

He didn’t rush her. He simply watched her face as she explored him, then slowly lowered his trousers revealing his huge veiny cock. Her hand returned to him instinctively, stroking the heavy length in quiet awe.

Tatti’s mind flickered to her husband, to the phone call, to how sweet he’d sounded—but the pulsing heat in her palm removed any doubt.

“Get on your knees,” he said

She sank down without hesitation, eyes locked on his cock. She stroked him slowly, admiring every thick inch, then leaned in and took him into her mouth. He groaned softly as her lips stretched around him.

“Just like that,” he encouraged. “I bet you’ve never had the back of your throat properly fucked before.”

She tried to take more, eager, sloppy, lost in the moment—until she caught the glint of his phone angled down toward her.

She pulled off with a wet pop. “What are you doing?”

He smirked. “Got you wanking me off on camera. And if you don’t want your husband seeing this, you’re going to look right at the lens and admit two things: my cock is bigger than his... and his is tiny.”

Tatti’s heart hammered. She glanced at the phone, then back at him. “Okay,” she whispered. “Okay, I’ll do it... but please don’t show anyone.”

She faced the camera. “Your cock is so much bigger than my husband’s,” she said clearly. “His... his is tiny compared to yours.”

The plumber grinned, satisfied, and pocketed the phone. Then he gripped her hair gently and guided her mouth back onto him, sliding deep until her throat fluttered around him.

As she worked him with desperate focus, her phone vibrated on the counter. A loving text from her husband: *Can’t stop thinking about you. Home soon. Love you so much ??*

The plumber read it and laughed darkly, hips rocking forward, fucking her throat with steady rhythm while her husband’s sweet words glowed on the screen.

When he finally pulled out, Tatti was gasping, lips swollen, eyes glassy. He didn’t give her long to recover. He bent her over the kitchen counter, tugged her panties down in one swift motion, and pressed the thick head of his cock against her soaking pussy.

She was already soaked. He slid in with one long, deep thrust, stretching her wider than before. Tatti’s eyes rolled back; a sharp, moan tore from her throat as her body clenched around the sudden fullness. She cummed almost instantly, trembling hard.

He didn’t slow down. He fucked her firmly, deeply, each stroke bringing another whimper from her lips.

Her phone rang—her husband again.

She froze. The plumber didn’t. He kept thrusting steadily while she fumbled to answer.

“H-hello?” she managed, voice shaky.

“Hey, babe,” her husband said cheerfully. “You okay? You sound out of breath.”

“I’m—ah—I’m fine,” she gasped as another hard thrust rocked her forward. “Just... just moving some stuff.”

He sounded doubtful. “You sure? You’re making funny noises.”

“I—I have to go,” she blurted, hanging up in a panic.

The plumber laughed again, lifted her effortlessly onto the countertop, spread her thighs wider, and slide back inside her.

The phone rang once more.

This time the plumber reached over, balls deep in his wife, and answered.

“Hey there,” he said smoothly. “Your wife’s been a huge help. Really great woman you’ve got.”

Her husband laughed, pleased. “Thanks, man! Glad she’s looking after you. Everything going okay with the sink?”

“Couldn’t be better,” the plumber replied, fucking her deep so Tatti had to bite her fist to stay quiet. “She’s been... very accommodating.”

They chatted for another few seconds—friendly, oblivious—before the plumber ended the call with a polite “See you soon.”

He tossed the phone aside, gripped her hips, and fucked her hard and fast until he groaned low and emptied himself deep inside her, pulse after thick pulse.

When he finally pulled out, Tatti stayed slumped on the counter, legs trembling, his cum slowly leaking out of her. He dressed and left without another word.

Later, she managed to stumble to the living-room sofa. Naked, exhausted, still leaking.

The front door opened. Her husband stepped inside, smiling wide.

“Hey, gorgeous!” he called, then paused when he saw her on the couch. “Why are you... naked?”

Tatti gave a small, tired smile. “I was just so hot after all that... fixing stuff. The plumber did a great job, though. I told him we might need him back next week.”

Her husband beamed, completely unaware. “That’s a brilliant idea. Whatever you want, babe.”

Tatti feeling the slow drip between her thighs, and let him hold her—sweet, loving, and blissfully clueless.

Tatti arrives home to find her husband sitting on the edge of the bed, looking miserable. She asks what’s wrong, and he quietly tells her that the online bullying hasn’t stopped—people are still mocking him relentlessly over his cock size.

Furious and fed up, Tatti storms back out the door without another word. She drives straight to the bully’s place and starts hammering on his door until he finally opens it.

The moment he appears, she launches into him. “Do you have any idea how upset my husband is? This needs to stop right now! His cock is big—leave him alone! I’m not putting up with this anymore!”

The bully just smirks, clearly amused. “Oh yeah? Show me again how ‘big’ it is then.”

Flustered but determined, she pulls out her phone to show the same photo she’d confronted him with before. He laughs louder this time, shaking his head. “That’s cute.” Without hesitation, he drops his trousers and pulls out his own cock—thick, heavy, and undeniably massive. “This,” he says, “is a proper cock.”

Tatti’s eyes widen as she stares. For the first time, real doubt creeps in. Maybe... maybe she’d been wrong.

“Go on,” he taunts, stepping closer. “Show me how it compares.”

Before she can protest, he takes her hand and wraps her fingers around his shaft. The sheer girth and weight make her breath catch. She suddenly feels very awkward, realising she may have completely misjudged the situation.

He pulls out his phone and starts recording. “Here’s the deal,” he says calmly. “You’re going to admit on camera that your husband’s cock is small, or this video of you holding my dick goes everywhere—along with that sad little photo of his. Your choice.”

Tatti hesitates, cheeks burning, then finally snaps, “Fine.”

Looking straight into the lens, she says, “My husband’s cock is tiny... and yours is huge. Whatever. It doesn’t even matter.”

The bully laughs, saves the video, then pockets the phone. “Good girl. Now, if you don’t want that getting sent to everyone you both know... get on your knees.”

Tatti slowly sinks down. He lifts his heavy cock and lets it rest across her face—it’s almost the same length as her entire face. He gives her cheek a few firm slaps with it, smirking the whole time.

“Bet your husband’s never made you feel this,” he says, humiliating both of them with every word.

He grips the back of her head and guides himself into her mouth, sliding deeper than she’s ever taken anyone. “First time you’ve ever had a real cock this far down your throat, isn’t it?”

Just then, her phone starts ringing. It’s her husband.

The bully snatches it before she can react, answers the call, and puts it on speaker. “Hey, she’s a little busy right now... why don’t you say hi, baby?”

Her husband sounds confused and worried. Tatti can barely form words around the thick shaft filling her mouth, managing only muffled, choked sounds.

The bully chuckles and ends the call.

He takes her upstairs, pushes her onto the bed, and wastes no time sliding every inch into her. Tatti’s eyes roll back instantly—her whole body trembles and convulses as she experiences a level of fullness and pressure she’s never felt before. The thick length stretches her in ways that send uncontrollable waves of pleasure crashing through her. She cums hard, again and again, legs shaking, completely overwhelmed by the relentless pounding.

Her phone rings once more. Husband.

Panicked, she answers this time, voice trembling and breathless as she’s still being deeply fucked. “H-hello—?”

The wet sounds and her barely-contained moans are unmistakable. Her husband asks what all the noise is.

“I—I just bumped into something really big and it hurt,” she gasps out, trying desperately to sound normal. “I’m okay, I’ll... I’ll be home soon!”

She hangs up quickly and drops the phone as another orgasm rips through her.

Finally the bully stops fucking her, mounts her properly, and growls against her ear, “Tell me you prefer my cock over his.”

Tatti, lost in the overwhelming pleasure, moans out, “I do... I prefer yours... so much more...”

He wanks his cock off over her face and covers her face with thick, heavy ropes of cum.

She lies there breathless, marked, and quietly stunned—knowing nothing will ever feel the same again.

Tatti arrives home to find her husband sitting on the edge of the bed, looking miserable. She asks what’s wrong, and he quietly tells her that the online bullying hasn’t stopped—people are still mocking him relentlessly over his cock size.

Furious and fed up, Tatti storms back out the door without another word. She drives straight to the bully’s place and starts hammering on his door until he finally opens it.

The moment he appears, she launches into him. “Do you have any idea how upset my husband is? This needs to stop right now! His cock is big—leave him alone! I’m not putting up with this anymore!”

The bully just smirks, clearly amused. “Oh yeah? Show me again how ‘big’ it is then.”

Flustered but determined, she pulls out her phone to show the same photo she’d confronted him with before. He laughs louder this time, shaking his head. “That’s cute.” Without hesitation, he drops his trousers and pulls out his own cock—thick, heavy, and undeniably massive. “This,” he says, “is a proper cock.”

Tatti’s eyes widen as she stares. For the first time, real doubt creeps in. Maybe... maybe she’d been wrong.

“Go on,” he taunts, stepping closer. “Show me how it compares.”

Before she can protest, he takes her hand and wraps her fingers around his shaft. The sheer girth and weight make her breath catch. She suddenly feels very awkward, realising she may have completely misjudged the situation.

He pulls out his phone and starts recording. “Here’s the deal,” he says calmly. “You’re going to admit on camera that your husband’s cock is small, or this video of you holding my dick goes everywhere—along with that sad little photo of his. Your choice.”

Tatti hesitates, cheeks burning, then finally snaps, “Fine.”

Looking straight into the lens, she says, “My husband’s cock is tiny... and yours is huge. Whatever. It doesn’t even matter.”

The bully laughs, saves the video, then pockets the phone. “Good girl. Now, if you don’t want that getting sent to everyone you both know... get on your knees.”

Tatti slowly sinks down. He lifts his heavy cock and lets it rest across her face—it’s almost the same length as her entire face. He gives her cheek a few firm slaps with it, smirking the whole time.

“Bet your husband’s never made you feel this,” he says, humiliating both of them with every word.

He grips the back of her head and guides himself into her mouth, sliding deeper than she’s ever taken anyone. “First time you’ve ever had a real cock this far down your throat, isn’t it?”

Just then, her phone starts ringing. It’s her husband.

The bully snatches it before she can react, answers the call, and puts it on speaker. “Hey, she’s a little busy right now... why don’t you say hi, baby?”

Her husband sounds confused and worried. Tatti can barely form words around the thick shaft filling her mouth, managing only muffled, choked sounds.

The bully chuckles and ends the call.

He takes her upstairs, pushes her onto the bed, and wastes no time sliding every inch into her. Tatti’s eyes roll back instantly—her whole body trembles and convulses as she experiences a level of fullness and pressure she’s never felt before. The thick length stretches her in ways that send uncontrollable waves of pleasure crashing through her. She cums hard, again and again, legs shaking, completely overwhelmed by the relentless pounding.

Her phone rings once more. Husband.

Panicked, she answers this time, voice trembling and breathless as she’s still being deeply fucked. “H-hello—?”

The wet sounds and her barely-contained moans are unmistakable. Her husband asks what all the noise is.

“I—I just bumped into something really big and it hurt,” she gasps out, trying desperately to sound normal. “I’m okay, I’ll... I’ll be home soon!”

She hangs up quickly and drops the phone as another orgasm rips through her.

Finally the bully stops fucking her, mounts her properly, and growls against her ear, “Tell me you prefer my cock over his.”

Tatti, lost in the overwhelming pleasure, moans out, “I do... I prefer yours... so much more...”

He wanks his cock off over her face and covers her face with thick, heavy ropes of cum.

She lies there breathless, marked, and quietly stunned—knowing nothing will ever feel the same again.

Tatti’s husband has been relentlessly bullied by a local man about the size of his penis, and Tatti has had enough. She reassures her husband that she’ll handle the situation and put an end to the harassment once and for all.

Fuming, Tatti marches to the bully’s house and knocks on his door. When he answers, she confronts him head-on, demanding he stop tormenting her husband. “He actually has a big cock!” she declares, holding up her hands to show a length of five inches. “See!” The bully bursts into laughter. “Five inches? That’s more like three!” he mocks. To Tatti’s shock, he reveals his own cock for comparison, and her eyes widen at the sight.

He smirks and offers a deal: he’ll leave her husband alone if she either admits he has a big cock or acknowledges her husband has a small one. Frustrated but cornered, Tatti snaps, “Fine! You have a big cock, and he has a little cock. Now leave him alone!” The bully chuckles darkly, holding up his phone. “I recorded that, and I’m going to show it to your husband.” Tatti, horrified, begs him not to share it.

Moments later, Tatti finds herself on the floor, the bully looming over her with his massive cock hovering above her face—it’s nearly the size of her head. He flops it onto her, much to her shock. Suddenly, her phone rings—it’s her husband. The bully answers, placing the phone beside her. Tatti struggles to carry on a conversation, her voice muffled and strained as the bully face-fucks her. Her husband, confused on the other end, can’t make sense of what’s happening. The call eventually ends, and the bully continues, relentlessly fucking Tatti’s face.