I can’t stop thinking about how she loves to rub it in my face. ‘Other guys get to use me as a cum rag,’ she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. ‘But you? You’ll only ever get my feet.’ It’s like a knife twisting in my gut, but I can’t look away. The image of her, that redhead slut, sitting there with her legs spread, letting some big black cock slide into her mouth. Her yellow top barely covering her tits, her eyes locked on mine as she takes him deep. And there I am, just a few feet away, watching, waiting, my cock hard and useless. She knows it too, the fucking tease. She loves it, the power, the control. ‘You wanna watch, cuck?’ she asks, her voice a mocking purr. ‘You wanna see how a real man fucks me?’ And I do. I fucking do.
Why Does She Enjoy Humiliating Me?
The question haunts me, gnaws at my insides. Why does she get off on it? Is it the power, the way she can make me feel so small, so insignificant? Or is it the thrill of the forbidden, the taboo of it all? Maybe it’s both. Maybe it’s something else entirely. All I know is that it’s a game, a sick, twisted game, and I’m the pawn. She’s the queen, the king, the whole fucking chessboard. And I’m just here, watching, waiting, my cock aching, my heart pounding, as she gets fucked by someone else. Someone better, someone bigger, someone who can give her what I can’t. And she knows it. She fucking knows it.






