Look at you, shaking in that chair like the worthless little sissy you are. Your wrists are tied behind your back, and your legs are squeezed so tightly together you couldn’t hop if you tried. You’re just a decorative welcome mat for tonight’s real entertainment. Now, these purple lace panties that have been worn all day—do you know where they’re going? Open wide. They’re going straight into your mouth. That’s right, let’s stuff them in there. Now you’re gagged with my scent. That’s the closest your sissy mouth will ever get to tasting my pussy. In about twenty minutes, there’s going to be a mattress, and it’s going to look like a disaster zone: torn sheets, creamy handprints, and your girlfriend taking multiple alpha cocks. Bigger, better, harder than you. You’ll watch every inch of what they have slide in and out of me. But listen carefully, cuck bitch: while they stretch me out, you’ll be throbbing for no reason at all, won’t you? You’ll try to drool, but with those purple lace panties jammed in your mouth, there’ll be no point. They’ll soak up every bit of it. You’ll stay on that chair, quiet and muffled, a reject. A cuck reject. You’ll probably count how many loads I take. One, two, three—who knows? You’ll likely lose track after a while. Hear that? That’s the door. That means the first stud is here. I’d better go let him in. We wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.