The urge to watch Alexa Creed get thoroughly satisfied takes over you, feeding an endless craving that beats through your body. the image of her delicate flower being relentlessly pounded burns into your mind, replaying again and again until you’re nearly overwhelmed. you, beta boy, will always be stuck as the watcher, forever aching for what you can’t have. but don’t worry, your role is to handle a different kind of release: cleaning up the mess left behind as your sacred duty.