Oh, you thought I was gonna let you off easy, huh? No, you worthless l*ttle j*rk-off machine, this is how it’s gonna go down. I got all dolled up in this tight l*ttle outfit, slick leather wrapping my curves, making every inch of me impossible for losers like you to ignore. I put this on to film a clip—yes, this clip, where I talk down to pathetic l*ttle nothings like you—but then, my man came home. That’s right, my real man. You can’t even imagine what happened next, can you?

I had to take a break from filming because the second he saw me, that bulge in his pants told me everything I needed to know. His eyes devoured me, and I knew what was coming. So what did I do? We made a l*ttle video of our own right here. And guess what it was? Me, on my knees, worshipping his c*ck, making him moan with my lips wrapped around that thick shaft. It was perfect.

And now, I can’t stop thinking about it. Here I am, supposed to be making this clip for you, you l*ttle desperate j*rk, and all I can picture is his big, throbbing c*ck. That’s the only thing worth my attention right now. I can’t even focus on your tiny, worthless existence because my p*ssy’s still wet thinking about how hard he f*cked me afterward. His c*ck filled me so deep, you have no idea what that feels like. No, you’re never gonna know.

What could that sad, pathetic excuse for a d*ck between your legs ever do for me? Nothing. Not a damn thing. Look at you, stroking it like the worthless l*ttle maggot you are, hoping you’ll catch a glimpse of me talking about something you’ll never get to touch. Do you realize how laughable that is? You’ll never compare to him. His c*ck? It stretches me out, makes me scream in ways you could never even dream of. It gets me dripping, just thinking about how amazing it feels to be with a real man.

And you? You’re just a weak, pathetic l*ttle addict. Addicted to this. Addicted to stroking it for me while I get off with someone else. Yeah, I know it. You’re sitting there right now, trying not to c*m too fast while I remind you how much better he is. Isn’t that right? You’re j*rking off to every detail of what you’ll never have. It’s sad, really, but it’s exactly where you belong.

G*d, just thinking about it makes me want to stop this st*pid clip right now and go ride his c*ck again. I’m gonna do it, you know. Once this half-assed video’s over, I’m going back to him, and he’s gonna f*ck me all night, every way you wish you could. But you? You get nothing. You don’t deserve anything more than the scraps I throw at you, which is me telling you just how much better his c*ck is while you sit there, stroking that pathetic l*ttle nub like the good loser you are.

And that’s your life now, isn't it? Sitting there, j*rking off for me, thinking about what you’ll never have. You’re never gonna get this. You’re never gonna make me wet. You’re just gonna keep on being my l*ttle puppet, stroking it every time I tell you about how good my man is. That’s your place, loser. On your knees for me, j*rking your tiny c*ck, while I get pounded by someone bigger, better, and stronger than you ever will be.

Go on, stroke it a l*ttle faster, loser. But don’t you dare c*m until I tell you.

Oh, you're really getting off on this, aren’t you, you pathetic l*ttle cuck? Just sitting there, j*rking that useless l*ttle c*ck of yours, imagining my man’s huge c*ck slamming into me, doing things you could never even dream of. You’re sitting there, so f*cking alone, stroking your sad l*ttle d*ck while I'm here, fresh off sucking his massive c*ck, tasting him on my lips. Can you even comprehend how much better he is?

Your l*ttle d*ck? It’s never getting sucked. It’s too small, too pathetic. It belongs exactly where it is right now—pathetically gripped in your hand, where it's always been, where it’ll always stay. You think a woman like me would ever even consider touching that useless nub? Hah! You’ll never f*ck a woman like me. You know that, don’t you? Every single time you close your eyes, all you can picture is me getting wrecked by a bigger, stronger, real man. You’re just there, j*rking your pitiful c*ck to it, like the desperate l*ttle cuck you are.

That’s your life now. Always has been, always will be. You’ll always be my desperate l*ttle cuck. You’re not even wishing you had a bigger c*ck anymore—you’ve accepted it. You’ve embraced your pathetic, submissive place. You love being my l*ttle beta b*tch, don’t you? It makes you c*m so hard, knowing that you’ll never get to f*ck, that all you get are the details.

You don’t even get to watch, loser. You don’t deserve that. You’ll never see him owning my perfect body, never see him slamming that huge c*ck into my tight *ss, filling me in ways you could never dream of. He gets it whenever he wants. He owns it. And you? You get to kneel. You get to beg for the chance to stroke your sad l*ttle d*ck while you picture my *ss, knowing damn well it’ll never belong to you.

So, go on. Stroke. Stroke to what you’ll never have. Stroke to what you don’t deserve. Every pump of that pathetic c*ck is a reminder of how much of a loser you are, how much of a beta cuck you’ll always be. You’ll never deserve my *ss. L*ttle beta cucks like you? You don’t deserve anything but humiliation. All you get is to grovel and stroke while I laugh at you, while my real man takes everything you wish you could have.

That’s your place, b*tch. Now, keep stroking, but remember—you’ll never, ever deserve my *ss.

Oh, you pathetic l*ttle cuck, you’re really losing yourself in it now, aren’t you? Stroking that sad excuse for a c*ck, desperate for every filthy detail of my life that you’ll never be part of. Look at you, aching for more. But let me tell you something—you’re never gonna get it. An *ss like mine? It’s for a real man, a man who knows how to use it, how to own it. I use it to deny you over and over, teasing you, making you drool for more, making you so horny for it you can barely think straight.

I know how much you crave it, how much you want to be included, to be allowed into my world. You’re so desperate to watch him f*ck me, to see how a real man handles me. But guess what, loser? Too f*cking bad for you. That’s never going to happen. You don’t deserve to watch, you don’t even deserve to be in the same room. A cuck like you? You deserve nothing but a life of endless denial. You can beg and plead all you want, but denial is all that’s waiting for you, b*tch. That’s what you’re good for—begging while you j*rk your pathetic l*ttle c*ck to fantasies of what you’ll never have.

Meanwhile, my man? He gets to c*m whenever he wants. He gets everything you’ll never deserve. He owns my body, my *ss, my p*ssy—every inch of me is his. He gets to pound me, stretch me, fill me, while you just sit there in your pathetic corner, gripping your worthless l*ttle d*ck, hoping for a scrap of attention. I love leaving you like this—helpless, horny, desperate. Desperate to worship my body, desperate for any crumb of detail about what happens when my man f*cks me.

But that’s all you’ll ever get, loser. Details. Just enough to keep you on your knees, stroking that pathetic c*ck, begging for more. You’ll never have my *ss, you’ll never get to touch me, and you’ll never be anything more than a desperate l*ttle beta b*tch who lives for this—lives for the denial, the frustration, and the humiliation. Now, go on—stroke yourself to your miserable l*ttle existence, knowing that you’ll always be denied. That’s your life, cuck.

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