Octavia and Tony sit across from their slick lawyer Kris, hashing out the end of their old deal. Back when they tied the knot, Tony was this lazy trust fund kid, swimming in cash. Octavia spotted the golden ticket to a cushy life and jumped in. But Tony? Total flake with money. A nonstop wanker and sex maniac who burned through the pile, leaving just enough to get her through college. Now she's the big-shot exec calling the shots, the real muscle in this marriage. And damn, as a powerhouse boss lady, she craves a powerhouse stud between the sheets too. With Tony flat broke and hanging on her every dime, it's time to flip the script. Kris slides over the papers. They shred that dusty prenup to confetti. Tony gets the ultimatum: sign this cuckold contract or hit the pavement, penniless. But hey, Tony's a raging perv at heart. The thought of his dick locked in a cage while he watches her get railed by real alphas? It revs his engine hard. He scribbles his name, grinning like an idiot. Octavia's eyes light up wicked. She's got her strap-on primed and ready. She bends Tony over right there in the office, slamming it home to drill in his new lowly spot. Kris cracks up, tossing ridicule like confetti—'Look at the little beta squirm!' Tony's moaning, humiliated and hooked. Panting from the pounding, Octavia turns to Kris with a hungry smirk. He lights up like it's Christmas. She drops to her knees, swallows his thick cock whole, sucking him deep with sloppy enthusiasm. Then she climbs on, impaling her dripping pussy onto that real man's rod. She rides him fierce, sealing their fresh start with every bouncing thrust. New life's a thrill, and they're all in.
Octavia and Tony sit across from their slick lawyer Kris, hashing out the end of their old deal. Back when they tied the knot, Tony was this lazy trust fund kid, swimming in cash. Octavia spotted the golden ticket to a cushy life and jumped in. But Tony? Total flake with money. A nonstop wanker and sex maniac who burned through the pile, leaving just enough to get her through college. Now she's the big-shot exec calling the shots, the real muscle in this marriage. And damn, as a powerhouse boss lady, she craves a powerhouse stud between the sheets too. With Tony flat broke and hanging on her every dime, it's time to flip the script. Kris slides over the papers. They shred that dusty prenup to confetti. Tony gets the ultimatum: sign this cuckold contract or hit the pavement, penniless. But hey, Tony's a raging perv at heart. The thought of his dick locked in a cage while he watches her get railed by real alphas? It revs his engine hard. He scribbles his name, grinning like an idiot. Octavia's eyes light up wicked. She's got her strap-on primed and ready. She bends Tony over right there in the office, slamming it home to drill in his new lowly spot. Kris cracks up, tossing ridicule like confetti—'Look at the little beta squirm!' Tony's moaning, humiliated and hooked. Panting from the pounding, Octavia turns to Kris with a hungry smirk. He lights up like it's Christmas. She drops to her knees, swallows his thick cock whole, sucking him deep with sloppy enthusiasm. Then she climbs on, impaling her dripping pussy onto that real man's rod. She rides him fierce, sealing their fresh start with every bouncing thrust. New life's a thrill, and they're all in.
