Oh, how amusing it is to see you down there, eagerly tending to my every whim. As I lounge on my bar stool, giving myself over to a real man’s touch, you’re left with the humiliating task of worshipping me from below. It’s laughable to think that even with that little cock free today, you still can’t compare. My lover enjoys every inch of me, taking what you’ll never have. But out of sheer pity, I grant you the smallest mercy: the chance to feel the trace of my lover on me. Yet when he leaves his mark inside me, that’s where your real humiliation begins. I make sure you get an up-close taste, smearing his presence all over you. And through it all, your eyes tell the story of gratitude, thanking me for the mix of pleasure and shame I give you. Every laugh I let out reminds you of your rightful place.