He’s inside me, and you can feel it, can’t you? You shudder every time he pushes deeper because my cunt transmits everything to you—every pulse, every hot millimeter of penetration, like an electric shock to your balls. You’re not participating. You’re not even a spectator. You’re a neuro-parasite, wired into my pussy only to process the pleasure another man is experiencing. He fucks me, and your dick drips without touch, without permission, without a future. You jerk off to someone else’s orgasm. You leak from his thrusts, and it drives you crazy because everything you feel is not yours. Only his. Only me. You are a living, quivering echo of my lust, and I will not let you out of this cycle. Ever.