I remember the first time I saw her like this, her body glistening with sweat, her nipples hard and eager, her thong barely covering her pussy. She was a vision of temptation, a siren calling me to my own humiliation. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the way she bit her lip as she pulled her thong to the side, exposing her hip and the promise of what lay beneath. She knew I was watching, knew I was a slave to her every whim. And as she snapped that selfie, I knew I was just another cock in her collection, another tool for her pleasure. She was a goddess, and I was her willing cuckold.