You're ruined. And I haven't even let you cum yet. In Part 2, I take you deeper. That cock is irrelevant now. Your body belongs to me. Your purpose is clear. You stretch for me. You leak for me. You grind into the air with your plug buried deep, begging silently for a release that may never come. You hear my voice and your hole responds before your mind does. You moan when I say stretch. You squirm when I say plug. Your breath hitches when I tell you what you are. I edge you until you twitch and cry. And IF I finally let you cum, it's untouched, explosive, humiliating. The kind of release that leaves you sobbing on the floor, still full, still aching, still mine. This is what you were meant for. This is who you really are. And I'll never let you forget it.