You’re not the one fucking me. You never will be. You only get to watch while I moan for a thick, hung cock that opens me up and wrecks me. Your face stays buried against my skin while he takes whatever he wants. You imagine every filthy second of it while I mock you for getting off on it. Afterward, it’s your job to clean us both—your mouth worshipping him, licking up everything he leaves behind. You can stroke yourself while I remind you that you’re only the afterthought. If you’re lucky, he might use you next… because once he’s finished with me, you’re the one left aching, desperate, and begging. Show me how much you appreciate it and earn my attention by tipping me.