Who’s Next in Line for Her Friends’ Cock?

Action. The doorbell rings, and I know it’s Daniel. He’s here to help with the weed, but that’s not all. I’ve got a job to do. I rush to my room, quickly shedding my clothes, and slip into my booty shorts. They’re tight, barely covering my ass, just the way she likes it. I can feel the cool fabric against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat building inside me. She’s already lying on the bed, her back exposed, a green garment barely covering her hips. Her friends are gonna love this. I can hear their voices, low and eager, as they enter the room. She’s already set the rules: ‘Please fuck my friends.’ And I’m here to make sure it happens. I’m just the cuck, after all, here to serve and watch.

Anticipating the Bull’s Arrival

But it’s not just about the fucking. It’s about the power, the control. She’s the one in charge, and I’m just here to obey. I can feel the tension in the room, the anticipation. Daniel’s eyes are already on her, hungry and eager. He’s gonna fuck her good, just like she wants. And I’ll be here, watching, waiting for my turn. Not that I’ll get one, of course. That’s not how this works. I’m just the cuck, the one who gets to clean up after. But that’s okay. I live for this, for the humiliation, the degradation. It’s what makes me hard, what makes me come. And as Daniel starts to undress, I know it’s gonna be a long, hard night. One I wouldn’t trade for anything.