Imagine... You've managed to win over the woman of your dreams. The one everyone stares at, the one who walks into a room and shuts everyone up with a simple sway of her hips. She chose you... but you soon realize you're not really a boyfriend. You're more of an accessory. She turns you on with just a look, kisses you like no other, but never lets you go all the way. When you try, she laughs and says, "Easy, puppy... you'll only come when I want you to." And on a Friday night, she gets all dressed up. Hair down, strong perfume, skin-tight dress—no panties, of course. You ask where she's going. She just says, "To fuck someone who knows how to satisfy me." You swallow hard. She makes you sit on the couch and wait. She sends you a picture of herself in the car, her mouth half-open, her cleavage bulging, saying, "I'm already wet just knowing what I'm getting tonight... unlike you, who's only good for paying for dinner and cleaning the bed afterward." Hours pass. You don't sleep. You get hard, touching yourself, but you can't cum. Because she forbade it. And you obey. In the early morning, she arrives. With her makeup smeared, his scent on her neck, the slow walk of someone who's been well used. She calls you a worm. She orders you to kneel. And while lighting a cigarette, still pantyless, she shows you the videos—her moaning, being dominated, telling you you're just a doormat watching from afar. And you thank her. Because deep down, you know: you were born to be a cuckold. You were born to serve her. And her? Born to be worshipped… being fucked by another. 🔥🍑💦