I’m grinning like a fucking idiot, my heart pounding as I watch her. She’s got that black off-shoulder top pulled down just enough to tease, her perky tits barely contained. Her skirt hugs her curves, and I can almost feel the fabric against my fingers. She’s got this look in her eyes, a mix of mischief and hunger, and I know she’s already planning her next move. The glass of wine in her hand is just a prop now, a distraction from the real show. I’m her cuck, her willing participant, and I’m hard as a rock just thinking about the night ahead. She’s going to make me jealous, make me ache with desire, and I’ll fucking love every second of it. Her smile is a promise, a tease, and I’m already imagining the messages she’ll send, the pictures she’ll take. I’m her plaything, her toy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The night is young, and I’m ready to be her cuck, ready to be teased and tormented by her every move.