I’m sitting here, watching her play the ‘bar game’ again, and I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and jealousy. She’s leaning over the counter, her cleavage peeking out from that tight white top, her ass perfectly rounded in those black pants. She’s got a glass of something clear in her hand, and she’s flirting with some guy, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I know what’s coming next, and it’s making my cock hard just thinking about it. She loves this game, and I love watching her play it. But when she starts to get wet, and her pussy begins to throb, I know it’s going to be a long night. I’m her cuckold, and I’m here to serve her every need, no matter how dirty or degrading it gets.
