Watch this. I'm lying back on the bed, my legs spread wide, with my husband positioned between them. But he's not using his own pathetic little cock. Oh no. I have my thick, heavy BBC dildo in my hand, and I'm making him hold it by the base, stroking the massive shaft like it's his own. "Look at it," I sneer, looking down at where his tiny, useless cock is trying so hard to fuck me. "That's a real cock. This is what a woman needs. Now, you keep stroking that big one while you try to fuck me with your little clit-stick." He obeys, his face burning with humiliation as he works the huge silicone toy with one hand and tries to thrust his inadequate dick into me with the other. I can feel his pathetic little thing twitching inside me, but it does nothing for me. All my pleasure is coming from watching him, from seeing him worship the superior cock that can actually satisfy me. "That's right," I moan, looking at the big black toy in his hand. "I wish that was the one fucking me right now." His face crumbles, but his hips keep thrusting, and his hand keeps stroking, completely broken and owned by my words.
