Is She Really Thinking About Another Man While I Watch?

I’m sitting here, staring at the mirror, watching her admire her own fucking hotness. Her thick hips and round ass are on full display in that tight thong, and she knows it. She’s thinking about another guy, I can tell. Her lips are slightly parted, eyes locked on her reflection, lost in her own fucking fantasy. The way she’s standing there, so confident, so fucking sexy—it’s like she’s daring me to say something. But I can’t. I’m just her cuck, watching her get off on her own image, knowing she’s thinking about someone else’s cock. It’s a fucking torment, but I can’t look away. Her perky tits under that lace bra, her smooth skin, the way her hair falls just right—she’s a fucking goddess, and she knows it. I’m just here to watch, to serve, to be her fucking cuckold. And she loves every fucking minute of it.