Look Where I Want You To - Denial Fetish - Beta Porn - Denim Jeans
You already know the fucking rules. When I say don't look, you don't look. When I say look here, you look exactly where I allow—for exactly as long as I allow. Even an idiot could follow this. You're managing... barely.
Look right here. Just here. You're a fucking loser. So pathetic that a real man gets hard for lace lingerie, big tits, gorgeous women—but you? You get rock hard from being denied by a woman in jeans you're not even allowed to properly see.
That's fucking pathetic.
You get erections looking at women who don't want you looking at them. That's exactly why I control your eyes. Men should only look where women want to be seen. You deserve nothing. Not the smallest kindness. And you love jerking to this, don't you?
Keep your eyes here. Don't go lower. That jeans fetish is probably a blessing—a sexy woman would never want a loser like you looking at her anyway. So stare at this belt while I could make you look anywhere else. But those jeans make you so desperate to masturbate, don't they?
Stop fucking looking at me.
I can jiggle my tits, play with my hard nipples right in front of you—and you don't get to see. Look at the ceiling. The floor. I don't give a fuck. What matters is you're grateful for what you get. So when I finally allow your eyes here, you look only here.
I can slip my hand into my panties and touch myself while you stare at my fucking back. Where are your eyes? Where I tell them. Because you're a freak. A weirdo. A desperate little POS who gets hard from being called disgusting.
Look at my armpits. Just look. Doesn't matter what you want. Real men don't get told "gross, you fucking creep" while their cock throbs from looking at jeans. But you? You just sit there. Suffer. Beg to masturbate. Realize you're not a man. You're controlled. Owned. Mine....
Look right here. Just here. You're a fucking loser. So pathetic that a real man gets hard for lace lingerie, big tits, gorgeous women—but you? You get rock hard from being denied by a woman in jeans you're not even allowed to properly see.
That's fucking pathetic.
You get erections looking at women who don't want you looking at them. That's exactly why I control your eyes. Men should only look where women want to be seen. You deserve nothing. Not the smallest kindness. And you love jerking to this, don't you?
Keep your eyes here. Don't go lower. That jeans fetish is probably a blessing—a sexy woman would never want a loser like you looking at her anyway. So stare at this belt while I could make you look anywhere else. But those jeans make you so desperate to masturbate, don't they?
Stop fucking looking at me.
I can jiggle my tits, play with my hard nipples right in front of you—and you don't get to see. Look at the ceiling. The floor. I don't give a fuck. What matters is you're grateful for what you get. So when I finally allow your eyes here, you look only here.
I can slip my hand into my panties and touch myself while you stare at my fucking back. Where are your eyes? Where I tell them. Because you're a freak. A weirdo. A desperate little POS who gets hard from being called disgusting.
Look at my armpits. Just look. Doesn't matter what you want. Real men don't get told "gross, you fucking creep" while their cock throbs from looking at jeans. But you? You just sit there. Suffer. Beg to masturbate. Realize you're not a man. You're controlled. Owned. Mine....
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