Watching Her Dance With Others While My Cock Aches

YOUR DICK ALWAYS GETS HARD WHEN I WEAR THIS TOP. ARE YOU GOING TO DANCE WITH ME TONIGHT OR JUST SIT AND WATCH ME DANCE WITH OTHER GUYS? That’s the question that’s been haunting me all day. I can almost hear the blood rushing to his head, his mind racing with a mix of desire and dread. The halter top, adorned with floral and metallic designs, hugs my curves just right, leaving little to the imagination. My hands are raised, fingers playing with my hair, as I stand against the plain, light-colored wall. The neutral lighting casts a soft glow, highlighting every inch of exposed skin. I’m not just teasing him; I’m taunting him, daring him to step up or stay put.But I know him too well. He’ll sit there, watching, his eyes glued to every move I make. The thought of it sends a shiver down my spine. I’m the one in control, the one calling the shots. And tonight, I’m going to make him earn his place. I’ll dance, I’ll flirt, and I’ll leave him wanting more. It’s a game we play, a dance of power and submission. And I’m the one leading the way.

Teasing the Cuckold

The power I hold over him is intoxicating. With every sway of my hips, every glance from under my lashes, I can feel his resolve crumbling. He’s mine to command, mine to tease, mine to torment. And I won’t hold back. Tonight, I’m going to push him to his limits, see how far he’ll go for me. Will he sit there, a silent spectator, or will he step up and claim his place? The choice is his, but the outcome is mine to decide.As I prepare to leave, I can’t help but smile. The night is young, and so is his humiliation. I’m going to make him watch, make him want, make him beg. And when it’s all over, he’ll know who’s in charge. I am. Always have been, always will be. And that’s the sweetest victory of all.