I Can’t Believe She Makes Me Watch Her With Another Man

The sound of laughter and clinking glasses fills the room, but my focus is elsewhere. I’m standing here, in this elegant ballroom, my arm casually draped around her waist. She’s the center of attention, as always, her dark, patterned dress hugging her curves just right. I can’t help but feel a mix of pride and something else—excitement, maybe? Or is it the thrill of control? I make him pay to touch his own dick now. It’s a game we play, a power dynamic that keeps things interesting. I bet the little pervert is peniless, his wallet as empty as his balls. But that’s the point, isn’t it? To keep him on his toes, to make him earn every moment of pleasure. It’s a strange kind of satisfaction, watching him squirm, knowing that he’s at my mercy.

How Far Will She Push the Limits?

The chandeliers cast a warm glow over the room, but it’s the sparkle in her eyes that really catches the light. She’s enjoying this, I can tell. The way she leans into me, the subtle smile playing on her lips—it’s all part of the act. And I’m her willing accomplice, her partner in this twisted dance. I wonder how far she’ll push the limits tonight, how much further she’ll take this game of cat and mouse. But for now, I’m content to stand here, to watch and wait. To see where this night takes us, to see just how far she’ll go. And I know, without a doubt, that it’s going to be a wild ride.