Cuckgasm 06_10_2024 copy

Description: Today, bitchboy’s only hope for release was by pathetically humping my nylon-clad foot. we were both still drained from last night’s party, so i had zero interest in lifting a single finger for his pleasure. instead, i lounged back, perfectly relaxed, while he desperately worked himself against my foot, straining for a hint of satisfaction.every little whimper, every pleading glance, only reminded him who truly controlled every ounce of his pleasure. i just watched with a lazy smile, knowing that even this tiny concession was more than he deserved. the look of frustration on his face as he struggled for a bit of friction, denied the satisfaction of real contact, made it all the sweeter.