Oh, you thought I was gonna let you off easy, huh? No, you worthless little jerk-off machine, this is how it’s gonna go down. I got all dolled up in this tight little outfit, slick leather wrapping my curves, making every inch of me impossible for losers like you to ignore. I put this on to film a clip—yes, this clip, where I talk down to pathetic little nothings like you—but then, my man came home. That’s right, my real man. You can’t even imagine what happened next, can you?
I had to take a break from filming because the second he saw me, that bulge in his pants told me everything I needed to know. His eyes devoured me, and I knew what was coming. So what did I do? We made a little video of our own right here. And guess what it was? Me, on my knees, worshipping his cock, making him moan with my lips wrapped around that thick shaft. It was perfect.
And now, I can’t stop thinking about it. Here I am, supposed to be making this clip for you, you little desperate jerk, and all I can picture is his big, throbbing cock. That’s the only thing worth my attention right now. I can’t even focus on your tiny, worthless existence because my pussy’s still wet thinking about how hard he fucked me afterward. His cock filled me so deep, you have no idea what that feels like. No, you’re never gonna know.
What could that sad, pathetic excuse for a dick between your legs ever do for me? Nothing. Not a damn thing. Look at you, stroking it like the worthless little maggot you are, hoping you’ll catch a glimpse of me talking about something you’ll never get to touch. Do you realize how laughable that is? You’ll never compare to him. His cock? It stretches me out, makes me scream in ways you could never even dream of. It gets me dripping, just thinking about how amazing it feels to be with a real man.
And you? You’re just a weak, pathetic little addict. Addicted to this. Addicted to stroking it for me while I get off with someone else. Yeah, I know it. You’re sitting there right now, trying not to cum too fast while I remind you how much better he is. Isn’t that right? You’re jerking off to every detail of what you’ll never have. It’s sad, really, but it’s exactly where you belong.
God, just thinking about it makes me want to stop this stupid clip right now and go ride his cock again. I’m gonna do it, you know. Once this half-assed video’s over, I’m going back to him, and he’s gonna fuck me all night, every way you wish you could. But you? You get nothing. You don’t deserve anything more than the scraps I throw at you, which is me telling you just how much better his cock is while you sit there, stroking that pathetic little nub like the good loser you are.
And that’s your life now, isn't it? Sitting there, jerking off for me, thinking about what you’ll never have. You’re never gonna get this. You’re never gonna make me wet. You’re just gonna keep on being my little puppet, stroking it every time I tell you about how good my man is. That’s your place, loser. On your knees for me, jerking your tiny cock, while I get pounded by someone bigger, better, and stronger than you ever will be.
Go on, stroke it a little faster, loser. But don’t you dare cum until I tell you.
Oh, you're really getting off on this, aren’t you, you pathetic little cuck? Just sitting there, jerking that useless little cock of yours, imagining my man’s huge cock slamming into me, doing things you could never even dream of. You’re sitting there, so fucking alone, stroking your sad little dick while I'm here, fresh off sucking his massive cock, tasting him on my lips. Can you even comprehend how much better he is?
Your little dick? It’s never getting sucked. It’s too small, too pathetic. It belongs exactly where it is right now—pathetically gripped in your hand, where it's always been, where it’ll always stay. You think a woman like me would ever even consider touching that useless nub? Hah! You’ll never fuck a woman like me. You know that, don’t you? Every single time you close your eyes, all you can picture is me getting wrecked by a bigger, stronger, real man. You’re just there, jerking your pitiful cock to it, like the desperate little cuck you are.
That’s your life now. Always has been, always will be. You’ll always be my desperate little cuck. You’re not even wishing you had a bigger cock anymore—you’ve accepted it. You’ve embraced your pathetic, submissive place. You love being my little beta bitch, don’t you? It makes you cum so hard, knowing that you’ll never get to fuck, that all you get are the details.
You don’t even get to watch, loser. You don’t deserve that. You’ll never see him owning my perfect body, never see him slamming that huge cock into my tight ass, filling me in ways you could never dream of. He gets it whenever he wants. He owns it. And you? You get to kneel. You get to beg for the chance to stroke your sad little dick while you picture my ass, knowing damn well it’ll never belong to you.
So, go on. Stroke. Stroke to what you’ll never have. Stroke to what you don’t deserve. Every pump of that pathetic cock is a reminder of how much of a loser you are, how much of a beta cuck you’ll always be. You’ll never deserve my ass. Little beta cucks like you? You don’t deserve anything but humiliation. All you get is to grovel and stroke while I laugh at you, while my real man takes everything you wish you could have.
That’s your place, bitch. Now, keep stroking, but remember—you’ll never, ever deserve my ass.
Oh, you pathetic little cuck, you’re really losing yourself in it now, aren’t you? Stroking that sad excuse for a cock, desperate for every filthy detail of my life that you’ll never be part of. Look at you, aching for more. But let me tell you something—you’re never gonna get it. An ass like mine? It’s for a real man, a man who knows how to use it, how to own it. I use it to deny you over and over, teasing you, making you drool for more, making you so horny for it you can barely think straight.
I know how much you crave it, how much you want to be included, to be allowed into my world. You’re so desperate to watch him fuck me, to see how a real man handles me. But guess what, loser? Too fucking bad for you. That’s never going to happen. You don’t deserve to watch, you don’t even deserve to be in the same room. A cuck like you? You deserve nothing but a life of endless denial. You can beg and plead all you want, but denial is all that’s waiting for you, bitch. That’s what you’re good for—begging while you jerk your pathetic little cock to fantasies of what you’ll never have.
Meanwhile, my man? He gets to cum whenever he wants. He gets everything you’ll never deserve. He owns my body, my ass, my pussy—every inch of me is his. He gets to pound me, stretch me, fill me, while you just sit there in your pathetic corner, gripping your worthless little dick, hoping for a scrap of attention. I love leaving you like this—helpless, horny, desperate. Desperate to worship my body, desperate for any crumb of detail about what happens when my man fucks me.
But that’s all you’ll ever get, loser. Details. Just enough to keep you on your knees, stroking that pathetic cock, begging for more. You’ll never have my ass, you’ll never get to touch me, and you’ll never be anything more than a desperate little beta bitch who lives for this—lives for the denial, the frustration, and the humiliation. Now, go on—stroke yourself to your miserable little existence, knowing that you’ll always be denied. That’s your life, cuck.
