She Teased Your Pathetic Clit While I Took a Real Man

While your wife teases that tiny, useless clit you call a cock, I am on my back in my own world taking every inch of a real man who stretches me in ways you never could. She strokes you just enough to make you gasp, but every flick of her hand only makes you imagine me dripping, moaning, grinding against him as he fills me completely.

You are my good online sissy, obeying from afar. You sit there locked, desperate, and aching, your screen glowing with the orders I send. She has no idea her touches are wasted because your mind belongs to me.

Even miles away, you see me in your head arching into him, nails digging into his skin while he drives deeper, harder, rougher. Every pathetic twitch in your little cage reminds you who owns you and how pitifully small you are compared to the men I let inside me. I own every gasp, every whimper, every ounce of that ache.

And all of it is because you follow my words like the obedient little slut you are, no matter where you are or who you are with.