Her dress clings to every curve, hugging her body like a second skin. The fabric stretches tight across her ass, outlining every line and shadow. It’s a fucking tease, designed to drive me wild. And it works. I’m already hard, imagining how it would feel to grip those hips while I pound into her from behind. The thought of her watching me, seeing the desperation in my eyes as I stroke myself, makes my cock throb. She knows it too. That’s why she’s doing this, why she’s posing like a fucking goddess, daring me to lose control.
Her Words, My Obsession: A Cuckold’s Torment
Her words echo in my mind, a relentless loop of torment.
