It already happened. He was inside me. Deeper, stronger, louder than you’ve ever been. And now I’m telling you everything… slowly… softly… while I watch your cock twitch with humiliation and need. I waited to tell you, because I wanted to see if you’d break. But you didn’t. You leaked. You listened. And now? You’re addicted to the truth. Addicted to the image of me on my back, moaning for someone else. Addicted to the idea that this was always going to happen… and part of you wanted it to. You’re not my boyfriend anymore. You’re my cuck. And tonight, I crown you with that title. You’ll stroke as I describe how he filled me… how I begged for more… how you were never even in the running. And you’ll thank me for choosing the life we both knew you were meant to live. Obedient. Owned. Utterly humiliated. And completely mine.
