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You’re on your knees, just like I want you. Stroking that pathetic little cock while I remind you of your place. You’re not my man — you’re my cuck. I get real pleasure from him, and you just get told what to do. Start stroking slowly. You don’t get to enjoy this. This is punishment. Think about him inside me, making me satisfied. And you? Horny, ignored, watching. His cum drips out. And you clean it. With your mouth. Every drop. Because that’s what you are. A cleanup toy. Stroke faster now. You’re close, aren’t you? Weak. Desperate. Ready to explode for something you’ll never have. But you don’t stop until I say. When he cum, you’ll catch it — and eat it. All of it. Slowly. Without question. Because your pleasure is your humiliation. Now stroke. Edge. Hold it. Don’t you dare finish. Now cum at my countdown, you deserve it.