I’m lying here, my heart pounding like a fucking drum, as I watch her sprawled out on the bed. The red pillow behind her back, the white sheet barely covering her thighs, it’s all so fucking perfect. She’s got that sleeveless top on, the one that hugs her curves just right, and I can see the outline of her tits, her nipples hard and begging for attention. The lemon on the side table, it’s fucking ironic, a sour reminder of how sweet this torment is. I’m hard as a rock, my cock straining against my pants, but I can’t touch myself. No, that’s her fucking privilege. She knows I’m watching, knows I’m suffering, and she fucking loves it.
Teasing Her Cuckold
Her fingers trace the edge of her top, slowly, fucking torturously. She knows exactly what she’s doing, the little slut. Her eyes meet mine, a smirk playing on her lips as she starts to slide her hand under the fabric. I can see the outline of her fingers, the way they tease her nipple, and I’m fucking dying. She’s playing with me, using me, and I’m powerless to stop it. Her other hand drifts down, over her stomach, her hips, and I know where it’s going. She’s going to fucking touch herself, right in front of me, and there’s nothing I can do but watch. Her breath hitches, her back arches, and I know she’s close. The sight of her, the sound of her, it’s too much. I’m a fucking mess, a pathetic cuckold, and she knows it. She fucking owns me, and she’s not going to let me forget it.
