Texting other guys
My phone keeps buzzing. That’s the third guy this hour begging to take me out tonight; muscular, successful, actual alphas who know how to fuck a Goddess properly. Not like you, gasping and twitching under my weight like the worthless cushion you are. While you struggle, I'm sexting Brad about picking me up at eight. He’s sending me shirtless pics of his abs... and you’re down there leaking precum from the humiliation, aren’t you?
Squirm harder, slave. If you make me drop this phone while I'm sending nudes to actual studs, I'll crush you until you blackout. Look at how pathetic you look, face purple, cock throbbing, wallet emptying as my date for tonight sends me a video of his thick cock. You’ll be crying when he drops me off tomorrow morning, seeing how a real man treats me.
Does it hurt knowing you'll never experience real sex, that your pleasure comes from fantasizing about the men who actually get to fuck me?
Featuring Wolfgang White...




