I’m standing here, my mind racing, watching her perfect ass in that tight leather skirt. She’s got me by the balls, literally and figuratively. The way she sways, knowing I’m jerking off to her, it’s fucking torture. And the worst part? She fucking loves it. ‘Does it make you cum?’ she asks, her voice dripping with mockery. I can’t help but imagine the guys she’s gonna share herself with, their hands all over her, their cocks inside her. It’s a fucking nightmare, but I’m powerless to stop it. She’s my queen, my slut, my everything. And she’s gonna make me watch as she gets fucked by every man who wants a piece of her.
Her Leather Skirt: A Cuckold’s Downfall
The leather skirt hugs her curves, accentuating every inch of her body. She knows exactly what she’s doing, teasing me, teasing them. The gray top she’s wearing barely covers her tits, and those sheer stockings… fuck, they drive me wild. I can see the outline of her panties, the ones she’ll probably take off for some lucky bastard. The room is dimly lit, the curtains casting shadows that dance across her body. She’s a fucking vision, and she knows it. I’m just a cuckold, watching from the sidelines, my cock in my hand, my heart in her hands. She’s gonna make me watch, make me suffer, and I’ll do it all because I love her. I love watching her get fucked. I love being her cuckold. It’s a sick, twisted love, but it’s mine. And as I stand here, my hand moving faster, I can’t help but think about the men she’s gonna fuck. The way they’ll touch her, the way they’ll make her moan. She’ll be their slut, their whore, and I’ll be the cuckold who watches it all. It’s a fucking nightmare, but it’s my reality. She’s my everything, and I’ll do anything for her. Even if it means watching her get fucked by every man who wants a piece of her. Even if it means jerking off to the thought of her being shared, used, and abused. I’m her cuckold, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.


