Barely the door clicks shut behind him, and their game begins. The wife, a sultry minx, awaits in the red-lit room, her pussy already throbbing with anticipation. The bull, a thick, veiny specimen, doesn't bother with pleasantries. He's there to fill her, to make her his. She's a whore, his whore, and she loves every second of it. He pounds into her, her moans echoing off the walls, as she claws at his back, leaving marks. She's his, and she'll take every inch he gives her, every drop he offers.