You’re not the one fucking me. you never will be. you just watch—while i moan for a thick, hung cock that stretches me open and wrecks me. your face belongs beneath me, pressed against my skin as he takes what he wants. you imagine it all… while i mock you for it. then it’s your job to clean us both—your mouth worshipping him, licking up what he leaves behind. you stroke while i remind you you’re nothing but the second act. if you’re lucky, he might use you next… because after he’s done with me, you’re the one left open, desperate, and begging. show me your appreciation and earn my attention by tipping me.