I’m here, watching as he pulls her hair, fucking her from behind. Her ass is round, smooth, and inviting, and I can’t help but feel a mix of arousal and humiliation. She’s smiling, laughing, enjoying every second of it, while I’m left on the sidelines, a mere spectator to their passion. His cock, semi-hard and uncircumcised, slides in and out of her pink pussy, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. She’s his, and I’m just the cuckold, the one who gets to watch but never participate. And as he fingers her pussy, I can’t help but wonder if she’s thinking of me, or if I’m just a forgotten memory in the heat of their passion. But I know the truth, and it’s a bitter pill to swallow. I’m the one who’s always there, the one who’s always ready to serve, but never the one who gets to enjoy. And as they continue, I can’t help but feel a sense of longing, a desire to be a part of their world, even if it’s just for a moment. But I know my place, and I’ll keep watching, keep serving, because that’s what I do. I’m the cuckold, the one who’s always there, always ready, but never the one who gets to have it all.




