As the meal progressed, my little cuckold grew increasingly nervous, his eyes darting between his wife and me. The tension was thick in the air. Once dessert was served and we were left alone in the dining room, my wife playfully excused herself to use the restroom. The moment she disappeared upstairs, I stood up and locked eyes with my husband. Without saying a word, he knew what was about to happen. He undid his pants, revealing his tiny cock already hard from anticipation. I slowly made my way towards him, pinning him against the wall and wrapping my lips around his tiny member. With one hand on my hip and another gripping a chair for support, he moaned as I deep-throated him, taking every inch of him down my throat. It wasn't long before he came, his little seed tasting sweet on my tongue.
